"The Little Girl Found" | "(...) Nor the lion's growl."

The Touch | (café da manhã)

(...) The trouble was not 
in the kitchen or the tulips 
but only in my head, my head. 

Then all this became history. 
Your hand found mine. (...)

"(...) o verão, a fartura, o amor eterno e a pureza."

(japão)

(enjoyment) | un coup de foudre (em espelho)

Dimanche | "Dar paz ao rosto" | today@A Hora da Estrela (in Fundação C. Gulbenkian)

"Durante muito tempo, fumei" | (deitada)

Spring Rain | (locais aprazíveis)

"Never Try to Trick Me with a Kiss" | @studio today

(ela no) | meio de tudo, antes em tudo, por tudo | "Não tenho tempo pra mais nada, ser feliz me consome muito."

"Como se ela não tivesse suportado sentir o que sentira, desviou subitamente o rosto e olhou uma árvore. Seu coração não bateu no peito, o coração batia oco entre o estômago e os intestinos."

Deer | (dear)

A Wounded Deer—leaps highest

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A Wounded Deer—leaps highest—
I've heard the Hunter tell—
'Tis but the Ecstasy of death—
And then the Brake is still!

The Smitten Rock that gushes!
The trampled Steel that springs!
A Cheek is always redder
Just where the Hectic stings!

Mirth is the Mail of Anguish
In which it Cautious Arm,
Lest anybody spy the blood
And "you're hurt" exclaim! 

"Le Premier Bonheur du Jour"

Dimanche

"Não me manietei. Dei-me totalmente e fui.(...) E bebi dos vinhos fortes, tal como bebem os denodados do prazer"

(o resto é só meu/nosso)

"Ça me dit " | (et voilá)

(211)

(privacy) | is the skill

(studio door) I "(...) Singing a song"

The Wild Flower's Song

As I wandered the forest,
The green leaves among,
I heard a Wild Flower
Singing a song.

'I slept in the earth
In the silent night,
I murmured my fears
And I felt delight.

'In the morning I went
As rosy as morn,
To seek for new joy;
But oh! met with scorn.' 

"Little things that no one needs" I (mas que são tudo para mim)

Bric-a-Brac

Little things that no one needs --
Little things to joke about --
Little landscapes, done in beads.
Little morals, woven out,
Little wreaths of gilded grass,
Little brigs of whittled oak
Bottled painfully in glass;
These are made by lonely folk.

Lonely folk have lines of days
Long and faltering and thin;
Therefore -- little wax bouquets,
Prayers cut upon a pin,
Little maps of pinkish lands,
Little charts of curly seas,
Little plats of linen strands,
Little verses, such as these. 

back! | (W.Y.)

big apple (12) | (coisinhas para levar)

big apple (11) | the great wash - ( my love, all water clean tudinho)

big apple (10) | Love @Bleecker Street (with you)

big apple (9) I West Street

大苹果 (8) | 爱情

big apple (7) | Momento Annie Hall

big apple (6) | A Girl (with you)

The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms,
The tree has grown in my breast -
Downward,
The branches grow out of me, like arms.

Tree you are,
Moss you are,
You are violets with wind above them.
A child - so high - you are,
And all this is folly to the world. 

big apple (5) | " City of orgies, walks and joys,(...) | with you

City of orgies, walks and joys,

City whom that I have lived and sung in your midst will one day make

Not the pageants of you, not your shifting tableaus, your

spectacles, repay me,

Not the interminable rows of your houses, nor the ships at the wharves,

Nor the processions in the streets, nor the bright windows with

goods in them,

Nor to converse with learn'd persons, or bear my share in the soiree

or feast;

Not those, but as I pass O Manhattan, your frequent and swift flash

of eyes offering me love,

Offering response to my own--these repay me,

Lovers, continual lovers, only repay me.

big apple (4) | love letter to (with) you | "(...) At least when spring comes (...)"

big apple (3) | @American Museum of Natural History

big apple (2) | acordar (with you)

(acordar aqui)