Friday, November 04, 2011

A tribute to my friend Magalhães Pinto


It would have been Anton's birthday today,
but sadly, he suddenly passed away ,
on the 6th September 2011.

We shared poems, music, prose, chats and solid critisism about politics and politicians.

He corrected many of my tentative efforts writing poetry in his native language, portuguese.
His fine sense of humour and his clear vision of world events, always amazed me.
His prolific writing of various book, articles and blogs,
earned him the respect of a wide reading audience.
His refined musical taste, that he generously shared,
makes for unforgettable memories.


His unselfishness has always touched me as a supreme sign
of his integrity as a special human being.
His sudden passing away,
left a deep emptiness in his admirers.

Adélio António Magalhães Pinto will be sincerely remembered for a long time.




Thursday, October 06, 2011

"Tread softly on my dreams" - W.B. Yeats

".....but I, being poor, have ONLY my dreams,
I have spread my dreams under your feet,
Tread softly.....
because you are treading on my dreams".
W.B.Yeats

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Spring poppies - Tisha


Scarlet wings
in the wind,

glorious pride
waving in the sun;

Warm touch of joy
overwhelms the soul
and embraces the wind.

Plenitude of Life!




Thursday, March 24, 2011

The rising moon - Tisha Smit

The rising moon,
aglow as if on fire
in red and gold attire,
against the dark blue horizon,
calls for the nostalgic touch
of your burning lips,
on my softest skin.

A lone Stradivari
of bow and solo treble pitch,
sways on the moonbeams,
pulling my mixed-emotion
heart strings
while we breathe in the scent of violets,
with a musty perfume of moss and earth.

oh, I shiver, as I behold
the beauty of your eyes
in flaming fire
of deepest desire.

Oh moonshine bright,
look down on our plight,
yearning for delicious
fulfilment,
with dancing fireflies
on a bouquet
of sweet-smelling violets.



Carnal Apple - Pablo Neruda

‘Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon,’

Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon,
dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light,
what secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars?
What primal night does Man touch with his senses?
Ay, Love is a journey through waters and stars,
through suffocating air, sharp tempests of grain:
Love is a war of lightning,
and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.
Kiss by kiss I cover your tiny infinity,
your margins, your rivers, your diminutive villages,
and a genital fire, transformed by delight,
slips through the narrow channels of blood
to precipitate a nocturnal carnation,
to be, and be nothing but light in the dark.

Pablo Neruda


Tuesday, March 08, 2011

Monday, October 04, 2010

O teu rosto - Tisha

No teu rosto
In your face,
vejo a madrugada,
I see the dawn,
calmo e sereno,
calm and serene
Os teus olhos castanhos
your brown eyes
sempre presentes
are always present
nos meus sonhos
in my open-eyed dreams
de olhos abertos.

Os lábios teus,
Your lips
rios de frescura,
rivers of freshness;
mel do meu desejo.
honey of my desire.

A tua pele
Your skin,
suave, moreno,
soft brown
translúcido,
translucent
delicioso
delicious
chocolate quente.
hot chocolate.

Os teus cabelos
Your dark-brown hair,
castanhos escuros brilhantes,
brilliantly shining
desperta-me embriagada
awakens me half-drunk,
ao vento
on the wind
da nostalgia.
of nostalgia.







Tuesday, August 10, 2010

The Last Horizon - Magalhães Pinto


The last horizon
of my way...
A new land of sweetness...
a promised caress...
an universe of happiness...
...are about to fade away...
lightless stardust,
made of despair...
shivering clouds...
rains of crystals...
Winds aware
of their shouts...
waves and seas...
storms of feelings,
crying in the dark...
wingless bees...
adjourned meetings...
frontiers that mark
the no-trespassing skies...
orphans and widows
looking for love
responding to their cries...
a thousand lost shadows
flying well above
the cosmic limits...
... come all near me...
surround me...
drown me...
erase me
from the face of earth…
take me with you
to an empty land..
..be sure...
I will understand!...

photo by Tisha Smit

Dr Adélio António Magalhães Pinto, author of the above poem passed away unexpectently on 6th September 2011