SEISCENTOS E SESSENTA E SEIS - Mario Quintana

A vida é uns deveres que nós trouxemos para fazer em casa.
Quando se vê, já são 6 horas: há tempo...
Quando se vê, já é 6ªfeira...
Quando se vê, passaram 60 anos...
Agora, é tarde demais para ser reprovado...
E se me dessem - um dia - uma outra oportunidade,
eu nem olhava o relógio.
seguia sempre, sempre em frente ...

E iria jogando pelo caminho a casca dourada e inútil das horas.

La Bella Donna della mia Mente - Oscar Wilde

MY limbs are wasted with a flame,
My feet are sore with travelling,
For calling on my Lady’s name
My lips have now forgot to sing.
O Linnet in the wild-rose brake	5
Strain for my Love thy melody,
O Lark sing louder for love’s sake,
My gentle Lady passeth by.
She is too fair for any man
To see or hold his heart’s delight,	10
Fairer than Queen or courtezan
Or moon-lit water in the night.
Her hair is bound with myrtle leaves,
(Green leaves upon her golden hair!)
Green grasses through the yellow sheaves	15
Of autumn corn are not more fair.
Her little lips, more made to kiss
Than to cry bitterly for pain,
Are tremulous as brook-water is,
Or roses after evening rain.	20
Her neck is like white melilote
Flushing for pleasure of the sun,
The throbbing of the linnet’s throat
Is not so sweet to look upon.
As a pomegranate, cut in twain,	25
White-seeded, is her crimson mouth,
Her cheeks are as the fading stain
Where the peach reddens to the south.
O twining hands! O delicate
White body made for love and pain!	30
O House of love! O desolate
Pale flower beaten by the rain!

Amor Intellectualis by Oscar Wilde

OFT have we trod the vales of Castaly
And heard sweet notes of sylvan music blown
From antique reeds to common folk unknown:
And often launched our bark upon that sea
Which the nine Muses hold in empery,	5
And ploughed free furrows through the wave and foam,
Nor spread reluctant sail for more safe home
Till we had freighted well our argosy.
Of which despoilèd treasures these remain,
Sordello’s passion, and the honied line	10
Of young Endymion, lordly Tamburlaine
Driving his pampered jades, and more than these,
The seven-fold vision of the Florentine,
And grave-browed Milton’s solemn harmonies.