Delicacies - Tisha's poetry collection

A tribute to my friend Magalhães Pinto

2011-11-04T20:01:00.003Z

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.

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

2011-10-06T19:32:00.005+01:00

".....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

Spring poppies - Tisha

2011-06-11T20:37:00.003+01:00

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!

The rising moon - Tisha Smit

2011-03-24T22:06:00.003Z

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

2011-03-24T21:32:00.001Z

‘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

2011-03-08T18:35:00.000Z

O teu rosto - Tisha

2010-10-04T18:47:00.011+01:00

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.

The Last Horizon - Magalhães Pinto

2010-08-10T10:57:00.005+01:00

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

Retrato - Eugénio de Andrade

2010-08-09T22:33:00.005+01:00

No teu rosto começa a madrugada.

Luz abrindo,

de rosa em rosa,

transparente e molhada.

Melodia

distante mas segura;

irrompendo da terra,

quente, redonda, madura.

Mar imenso,

praia deserta, horizontal e calma.

Sabor agreste.

Rosto da minha alma.

Foto Tisha Smit

Choro - Eugénio de Andrade

2010-08-09T22:11:00.003+01:00

Choras, e nem eu posso

mais do que lágrimas, coisas frias,

sobre as tuas mãos abandonadas

à janela dos dias.

Alta tristeza de cabelos de água,

é o meu rosto que se demora

- meu coração

escreve na noite como quem chora.

Foto Tisha Smit

Fleeting moments - Tisha

2010-07-28T11:23:00.005+01:00

Swaying in the summer breeze

facing the glorious dawn with glee;

or observing the distant sunset,

flaming red on the horison,

or resisting the midday sun,

or the sweltering heat in the afternoon;

or drinking in the early morning dew,

or the ranging stormy rain,

sometimes silent witness to lovers' encounters,

admiring the full moon's reflection

on an open, calm sea,

are these dangling grass seeds,

which are here today;

but gone tomorrow.

Just like fleeting moments

of existence, flimsy,

insecure, temporary,

awaiting a rebirth.

Photo by Tisha

Lagoa de Óbidos - A Oeste - João Martins Pereira

2010-02-10T17:41:00.007Z

In the photos, we can clearly see Gronho, the giant sentry Rock, and how the oceanic Sea, breached through the Aberta, gaining full access to the Lagoa de Óbidos, remaking a completely new scenário, destroying the man-made beach. The Ocean reclaims what belongs to it by the incredible force of Nature! Both photos were taken on the 31-01-2010

by Laetitia Smit

Há 50 anos que sei de ti,

mas sei que ainda não te conheço.

Vi-te, senhora do engenho e do capricho,

mil vezes mudar de cara;

meiga ou violenta,

generosa ou pérfida;

reinavas sobre os peixes e as gentes,

as águas e as areias.

Nem o Mar Oceano rompia

a tua porta Aberta fechada.

A cada partida, sussurrava, maternal,

a carta da Vida aos robalos,

aos sargos a às douradas,

aos flamingos, às garças e às tarambolas.

O gigante, sentinela de pedra alerta,

os chamaria na hora de voltar.

Viste-me nascer,

ganhar asas e voar para longe;

como um jovem pássaro,

tonto pela vertigem da primeira migração,

acreditei que o vento sopra sempre na mesma direcção,

que a maré vaza não volta a encher.

E pensei em Adeus.

Depois, em tanto e tanto Mundo,

te entrevi que,

finalmente, entendi o teu silêncio sábio

e ouvi o grito do Gronho.

Olho para ti e sei que voltei a casa!

João Martins Pereira

I don't know you,

although I have known about you for fifty years.

I saw you, Lady of device and whim,

changing faces a thousand times;

submissive or violent; generous or evil,

ruling over fish and folk;

waters and sands.

Nor could the oceanic Sea

breach the closed Aberta (Open) door.

At each departure,

you whispered your maternal wisdom,

as if in a chart of Life,

to bass and bream,

flamingos, herons or plovers.

The giant, alert sentry Rock,

would call them home, in the hour of return.

You witnessed my birth,

and later, gaining wings to fly afar

as a young bird, dizzy from its first migration,

I believed that the wind would always blow

from the same direction

and the low tide would never rise again.

And I thought of farewell.

Then, having glimpsed you over and over again

throughout my wanderings in the world,

I finally understood your wizened silence

and heard Gronho's shout

I look at you and I know I am back home!

Laetitia Smit (translation).

Autumn - Tisha

2009-08-07T22:40:00.010+01:00

Darkness falls, each evening..

Your image appears in my mind

in the dwindling light;
in delicious feelings of elation,
or in painful loneliness.

The sky painted in bright colours,
temporarily brightens my spirits,
but night falls without fail;
quiet, dark, sober,
covering my soul

with blankets of October.

The nights are longer,

the days shorter.

Trees are orange and gold,

preparing for the long, dark cold.

But I search your beloved image,

to fill my soul with joyous delight.

I imagine...

Your presence;

the aroma of your skin;

your voice in tender refrain;

your tender touch;

your sensual lips

in kisses divine,

like precious, mature wine.

Come to me , my love,

fulfill my deep desire,

embrace my soul

with the music of your being,

in perfect harmony.

Photo by Tisha

Olhos de âmbar - Tisha

2009-08-03T11:56:00.009+01:00

Os teus olhos de âmbar transparentes,
calmos como um rio de águas tranquilas.
Cor de mel e canela é a tua pele
veludo macio, delicioso ao paladar.
Aromas de jasmim e baunilha
é o teu cheiro, de bergamo e sândalo.
Os teus dentes, magnólias brancas,
formas brilhantes em marfim.
Licor da cereja pálida os teus lábios,
destilam desejo, promessas raras.
Formoso o teu corpo esculpido,
harmonia suave orquestrado.
Mas, ai... os teus lindos olhos,
os teus olhos de âmbar,
criadores de sonhos distantes.

XCVII - Sonetos de Amor - Pablo Neruda

2009-07-15T02:48:00.007+01:00

É preciso voar neste tempo, para onde?

Sem asas, sem avião, voar sem dúvida:

já os passos passaram sem remédio,

não levantaram os pés do viajante.

É preciso voar a cada instante como

as águias, as moscas e os dias,

é preciso vencer os olhos de Saturno

e implantar ali novos sinos.

Já não bastam sapatos nem caminhos,

já não serve a terra aos errantes,

as raízes já atravessaram a noite,

e tu aparecerás em outra estrela

decididamente transitória,

em papoila convertida.

Photo by Tisha

In memory of Pablo Neruda, who was born on the 12th of July 1904, in the town of Parral, Chile. He was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature 1971.

African Thunderstorm - Perpetuum Jazzile

2009-07-10T11:07:00.002+01:00

Toto's Africa magnificently sung by Perpetuum Jazzile October 2008 at Vokal Xtravaganzza

Alícia in a Warsaw Park

2009-06-23T22:57:00.001+01:00

Sickle Moon - Tisha

2009-05-20T10:36:00.005+01:00

Low on the horizon, only a sliver of light
painting the sky in tones of black and white
the city apparently fast asleep at first sight
the cobbled stones silent witnesses to my plight,
Echoing the emptiness I feel tonight

Searching for you, always just out of reach,
I ask myself: Is feeling lost only just a figure of speech?
Or am I simply driftwood on a deserted beach?
rejected by the sea like an empty bottle of liquid bleach?

Admitting to the deep-set burning desire
that could so easily simply mis-fire
ready to explode like artillery fire
my sanity balancing on a high-strung wire

Oh sickle moon, without any offence,
Disregarding all disciplne and commonsense
help me find an effective self-defense
for my mental healing to commence
the quest for understanding is immense.

Photo by Tisha

Tears in victory -Tisha

2008-11-07T21:55:00.004Z

Jasmine's soft touch

on her mother's cheek,

who was overwhelmed

by the emotion of Obama's victory,

tried to soothe away the symbolic pain

caused by decades of racial discrimination;

the intense pain of untold injustice suffered

by African-Americans at the hands

of white fanatical bigots.

Her innocent gesture is symbolic

of the not-so-distant past,

but especially of the future.

Is it possible to have the:

"Audacity of Hope?"

I loved - Pablo Neruda

2008-11-06T20:47:00.004Z

I loved and loved and loved

every scrap that was mine

till I came on existence itself,

grape after grape

Photo by Tisha

You're the result of yourself - Pablo Neruda

2008-10-21T19:44:00.005+01:00

You're the Result of Yourself

Pablo Neruda

Don't blame anyone,

never complain of anyone or anything

Because basically you have made

of your life what you wanted.

Accept the difficulties of edifying yourself

And the worth of starting to correct your character.

The triumph of the true man

arises from the ashes of his mistakes.

Never complain of your loneliness or your luck.

Face it with courage and accept it.

Somehow, they are the result of your acts and

It shows that you'll always win.

Don't feel frustrated of your own failures,

neither unload them to someone else.

Accept yourself now

or you'll go on justifying yourself like a child.

Remember that any time is good to start

And that no time is so good to give up.

Don't forget that the cause

of your present is your past,

As the cause of your future

will be your present.

Learn from the brave, from the strong,

From who doesn't accept situations

From who will live in spite of everything.

Think less of your problems

and more of your work.

Learn to arise from your pain,

And to be greater than

the greatest of your obstacles.

Look at the mirror of yourself

and you'll be free and strong

And you'll stop being

a puppet of circumstances.

For you yourself are your destiny.

Wake up and stare at the sun

in the mornings

and breathe the sun of dawn.

You're part of the strength of your life now,

Rise up, fight, walk, be sure

and you'll win in life.

Don't ever think of 'fate'

For fate is the excuse of failures.

photo by Tisha

The Orchid

2008-08-13T12:18:00.003+01:00

Delicate, one-day wonder

Photo by Tisha

Curiosity at my window

2008-08-13T12:12:00.002+01:00

A magnificent view for the curious

Photo by Tisha

From my bedroom window

2008-08-13T12:03:00.004+01:00

Photo taken @ 9.30 on 13-08-08

by Tisha

Moon reflections over the Atlantic

2008-08-13T11:54:00.004+01:00

Photo taken @ 1.15 am on 13-08-08

by Tisha

Novos lugares de UNESCO

2008-07-11T01:12:00.000+01:00

http://static.publico.clix.pt/docs/cultura/patrimoniomundialunesco/index.html

The power of stupidity - Tisha

2008-07-07T13:46:00.005+01:00

Never underestimate the power of stupidity,
nor the inelegance of wilful ignorance.
Tasteless, undignified vulgarity
culminating in the indiscretion
of uncouth, disagreable words;
harsh and ungraceful
in agitation or turmoil.
Screaming open mouth,

closed, selfish mind,
fighting against the windmills of the past
of a boorish world of self-delusion,
self-importance, self-glorification,
without any knowledge,

or awareness of the future,

just vague, distant memories
of an imagined glorious past.

2008-05-17T19:50:00.001+01:00

http://video.on.nytimes.com/?fr_story=bd245bd8d6b946cd3d2720346f7fc426f23eefad

"Friendship"

2008-03-19T20:53:00.003Z

"Friendship is two souls in one body"

"Friendship is the shadow of the evening, which strengthens with the setting of the sun."

Jean de La Fontaine (1621-1695)

"The best part of beauty"

2008-03-19T20:43:00.004Z

"The best part of beauty is that which a picture cannot express."

Francis Bacon

"There is a pleasure"

2008-03-19T20:25:00.007Z

"There is a pleasure in the pathless woods;

There is a rapture on the lonely shore,

There is society, where none intrudes,

By the deep sea, and music in its roar."

Lord Byron

Photo by Tisha

Year 2008 - Challenge or Defeat - Tisha

2008-01-01T16:59:00.000Z

When the clock struck twelve,
and opened a new door,
to the Year 2008,
no-one was able to delve
into the secret corridor,
of my thoughts and soul.

Everyone was hesitant to explore,
to question, to even care about
the possible emotional outpour
of qualified indignation

and stark loneliness
drifting ashore in waves

of perplexed feelings

running out-of-control.

While there was mirth and laughing,
excessive binge-drinking

and passionate kissing
and lots of fun in the dancing crowds,
I desperately tried to gain some
superficial damage control.

What does 2008 hold for me?

And for everyone of us?
More of the same of 2007?
Many new exciting challenges,
or devastating new defeats?

Only time will tell what will be my role,
in expanding the ozone hole,

in the relentless global warming

and climate change,
in preventing racial hatred

and material greed,
avoiding the hidden assassin's bullet.

What will my role be
in denouncing political corruption,

fraud and social injustice,

religious discrimination,

the accumulation of incredible wealth

and ostentation, bigotry,

false self-righteousness

and moral decline.

How can I relieve the suffering of

victims of sexual abuse

and domestic violence,

of orphans, and homeless

and millions of refugees caused by

the never-ending aggression

and wars for oil

and international power,

of political prisoners tortured

and the millions of victims

suffering from AIDS?

Will I just passively stand by
waiting for this mess to unfold,
fervently wishing to finally embrace
the shining light, which beckons me,
at the end of the never-ending tunnel?

Love Sonnet XI - Pablo Neruda

2007-12-27T13:53:00.000Z

Love Sonnet XI

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.

Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.

Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me,

all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,

your hands the color of a savage harvest,

hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,

I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,

the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,

I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,

hunting for you, for your hot heart,

like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

Feliz Natal

2007-12-23T14:01:00.000Z

GESEËNDE KERSFEES

MERRY CHRISTMAS

Onde estas tu?? - Tisha

2007-11-28T20:29:00.001Z

A solidão faz-me companhia

nas pequenas horas da escuridão;
na noite calma e quieta,
não encontro nenhum conforto

nem consolo.

Onde estas tu?
Esqueces-te de mim?
ou ela enfeitiçou-te o corpo?
com as suas garras te agarrou?
e não te larga, nem te dá espaço
para pensar ou respirar?
com um olhar furtivo,

enloucaceste?
Entre sonhos e ilusões,

promessas e realidades?
Deixaste os sentimentos ao vento,
num mar revolto, à deriva, perdido.

Uma fera, como predadora selvagem,
levou-te a alma, rasgou-me da tua mente,
afastou-me do teu carinho.
Mas com mansidão, calma e submissão,
nem te vou perguntar pormenores,
nem nomes, nem te quero ouvir mentir.
Respeito a tua opção, e a tua liberdade.
O silêncio conhece o meu sofrimento,
luto o resto da noite com pensamentos

da dura realidade, tristes.

A madrugada vermelha,
oferece-me um novo dia,
a lembrar-me dos teus braços,
dos teus beijos ardentes,
da tua voz,

dos nossos desejos,
das nossas loucuras,
nas tardes de verão,
com os nossos corpos

suados de paixão e luxúria.

Onde estás tu??
A deliciar-te na sedução dela,
nos olhos feiticeiros?
Mas o coração é enganhoso sobretudo,
e, infelizmente,

seguiste o canto da sereia.

Corrigido por Anton

Sickle Moon - Tisha

2007-11-16T01:50:00.001Z

Low on the horizon, only a sliver of light

painting the sky in tones of black and white
the city apparently fast asleep at first sight
the cobbled stones silent witnesses to my plight,
Echoing the emptiness I feel tonight

Searching for you, always just out of reach,
I ask myself: "Is feeling lost only just a figure of speech?"

Or am I simply driftwood on a deserted beach
rejected by the sea like an empty bottle of liquid bleach?

Admitting to the deep-set burning desire
that could so easily simply mis-fire
ready to explode like artillery fire
my sanity balancing on a high-strung wire

Oh sickle moon, without any offence,
Disregarding all disciplne and commonsense
help me find an effective self-defense
for my mental healing to commence
the quest for understanding is immense.

Today, the very life of Life! - Sanskrit Poem

2007-10-31T01:17:00.001Z

"Look to this day, for it is Life

The very life of Life

In its brief course

lie all the realities of existence

The joy of growth

The splendour of action

The glory of power

For yesterday is but a memory

And tomorrow is only a vision

But today well lived

makes every yesterday

a memory of happiness

And every tomorrow

a vision of hope.

Look well, therefore, to this day".

Moonshine..magic or madness? - Tisha

2007-10-31T00:36:00.000Z

Oh velvet moon, rising above the city's lights,

Illuminating the slumbering night

Look down on my shattered soul's plight

And lift my spirits to your height

My heart is burning with pain,

In everlasting suffering

I patiently therefore remain

Awaiting your purifying cleansing.

Catalyser of passions and illusions,

Satellite of earth, lust infusion,

Magic or madness, fountain of delusion?

Oh what a bloody confusion !

Reflecting icily its light
On dancing shadows on cobbled streets
Oblivious to our plight
And to what or whom it cheats
Springs up wounded hearts to flight
Hair blown, throats parched with thirst
To the recesses of the night
Crying over love's Verlust

By Crimsonwreath

On the dancing shadows of the cobbled street,
My hair wind-blown and humid,
My heart racing against my chest,
in my quest to find you,
expectation, excitement,
at the possible conquest,
of untrodden recesses
of body and mind,
Moonshine reflection,
Magic seduction,
lust infusion
adrenalin injection.

by Tisha

Saudades chuvosas -Tisha

2007-06-02T15:08:00.001+01:00

Um frio a tocar-me os ossos,

com dedos longos; incessante.

Chuva cinzenta, fria, impessoal,

Traz-me o desconsolo inexplicável

de algo que nem sequer conheço

e que não me pertence.

Sinto-me perdida pela noite dentro,

procuro-te -

a memória do teu sorriso,

da tua voz -

mas sem te encontrar,

procuro-te em vão,

sinto o desejo de me enroscar no teu calor,

de me embebedar na aroma da tua pele,

de sentir o teu calor aqueçer-me a alma, o corpo,

até que a satisfação rubra na minha pele,

sirva de evidência dos prazeres inventados,

experimentados, saboreados.

Corrigido por Anton

O AMOR - perigo ou prazer? Tisha

2007-06-02T14:29:00.000+01:00

Milhares de tinteiros cheios, foram escritos sobre este tema quase inesgotável e sempre actual.

Hoje vou atirar algumas "pedras no charco" e dar uma opinião ou duas.

Deu me ao trabalho de procurar somente algumas das milhões de citações que há sobre o tema, que nunca faz mal de ler e meditar sobre as palavras sábias.

Atravez do que li, nos últimos blogs, de vários amigos e amigas, chego a seguinte conclusão: TODOS de nos necesitamos de tirar um seguro contra todos os riscos do Amor! Porque???

Ao contrário que podemos pensar, o Amor traz consigo riscos, dores, sofrimento, perdas, solidão. Precisamos de maturidade emocional e mental para estarmos preparados a enfrentar tudo de mau e de bom que o Amor nos oferece. Temos de ter friéza mental para saber se é um Amor obsessivo, romántica, uma fantasia ou uma enfatuação, ou simplesmente, o nosso próprio egoísmo.

Como disse o Alexandre Smith: "O amor não é senão a descoberta de nós próprios nos outros, e o prazer desse reconhecimento."

A Dorothy Parker disse o seguinte: "O amor é como o mercúrio quando se poe na mão. Se abrirmos a mão, ele fica. Se tentarmos agarrá-lo, foge"

O Han Suyin observa o Amor na seguinte forma: "O amor de um ser por outro só pode ser duas solidões que se aproximam, se reconhecem, se protegem e confortam uma à outra".

Mas infelizmente, como também já foi referido num blog aqui, muitas vezes dizer que te amo, é só de boca para fora.

Anthony, Arcebispo Ortodoxo Russo de Inglaterra descreve isto na perfeição: "Tantas vezes ao dizermos: "eu amo-te" dizemo-lo Com um "EU" enorme e um "tu" minúsculo."

Um aviso forte: "Aceita o Amor quando ele te é dado, mas NUNCA penses que encontras nele um refúgio seguro para o sofrimento ou um sossego completo." Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)

E o grande estadista Inglês disse: "A magia do primeiro amor, é a nossa ignorância de que ele pode vir a acabar." Benjamin Disraeli

A Rainer Maria Rilke concorda Com o Han Suyin em dizer: "O amor consiste em DUAS SOLIDÕES que se protegem e se tocam e se saúdam uma à outra."

E EU PESSOALMENTE acredito que: "O amor é acima de tudo a DÁDIVA DE SI PRÓPRIO!" Jean Anouilh (1910-1987)

Mas observa a clareza de espirito do Henry Beyle Stendahl quando disse: "O amor é como a febre; vem e vai sem que a vontade tome parte no processo."

E uma das amantes classicas disse: "Quem ama..... acredita no impossível" Elizabeth Barret Browning (1806-1861)

"Amar é colocar a nossa felicidade na felicidade do outro". G.W. Liebnitz

Ou como afirma o Antoine Salle: "O amor é um egoísmo a dois."

O John Dreyden disse no entanto que: "O amor é a recompensa do amor"

"O amor faz milagres todos os dias: tais como enfraquecer os fortes e fortalecer os fracos; faz loucos os sábios, e sábios os loucos; favorecer as paixões, destruir a razão, e, numa palavra, virar tudo de pernas para o ar." Marguerite de Valois

Mas poucos podia ter escrito melhor o amor como o sábio Salomão na Bíbilia: "Usa-me como um selo no teu coração, como um selo no teu braço; porque o amor é forte como a morte; o ciúme é cruel como a sepultura; os carvões que estão em cima dela são brazas do fogo que tem a chama mais veemente. Nem´muita água consegue matar a sede do amor, nem um dilúvio consegue afogá-lo."

E por último a MINHA filosofia sobre o amor que tem perfeita eco nas palavras de Louis Ginsberg: "O amor é o irresistível desejo de ser desejado irresistívemente"!

Mas tenho sempre as palavras do sábio Platão(427-347 a.C.) em mente que avisa: "O amor é uma GRAVE DOENÇA MENTAL!"

Cada um tira as sua conclusões, mas acho que tenho de investir num seguro contra tudos os risco que o amor me pode trazer.

Como disse o ditádo portuguese: "Quem não arisca, não petisca. Ou quem anda na chuva, molhas".

Beijos Tisha (In love or not - take care)

Se tu viesses ver me hoje à tardinha - Florbela Espanca

2007-03-15T10:42:00.000Z

Se tu viesses ver-me hoje à tardinha,

A essa hora dos mágicos cansaços,
Quando a noite de manso se avizinha,
E me prendesses toda nos teus braços...
Quando me lembra:
esse sabor que tinha a tua boca...
o eco dos teus passos...
O teu riso de fonte...
os teus abraços...
Os teus beijos...
a tua mão na minha...
Se tu viesses quando,
linda e louca,
Traça as linhas dulcíssimas dum beijo
E é de seda vermelha e canta e ri
E é como um cravo ao sol a minha boca...
Quando os olhos se me cerram de desejo...
E os meus braços se estendem para ti...

Florbela Espanca

Day breaks: The whole of yesterday went falling - Pablo Neruda

2007-03-11T00:01:00.000Z

XLIX From: ‘Cien sonetos de amor’

Day breaks: the whole of yesterday went falling
among fingers of light and eyes of dream,
tomorrow will arrive with green footsteps:
no one holds back the river of dawn.

No one holds back the river of your hands,
the eyes of your dream, beloved.
You are the tremor of time that runs
between light on end and darkened sunlight.

And the sky closes over you its wings
lifts you and brings you to my arms
with exact, mysterious courtesy.

For this I sing to the day and the moon,
to the sea, to time, to every planet,
to your diurnal voice, to your nocturnal flesh.

foto tirada pelo Tisha

Throbs of Fiery Despair - Tisha

2007-03-09T22:04:00.001Z

In memory of Ishmael Abbas

Each sunset brought the dread of disaster,
of fear, of terror, raining from the sky.
The drone of aircraft, hurtling missiles
over city, citizens and innocents!

But why?
For Freedom? For Liberty? For a better life?
or for richness; for greed and for strife?
Blinding light, deafening blast,
excruciating pain as missile strikes
obliterating all family and future life.
Burning fire, blinding horror;
the stench of bodies turning coal
imprinted in his soul forever.

Sickening silence;

no father, nor brother,
just mother´s pregnant body

pulverised into oblivion;
shrieks of girlish terror,

mixed with Ali´s shout:
"Please Mommy, don´t leave me now!
I´ll pick you up; I´ll comfort you,
But alas!

My arms are gone!"

Fluid brown, almond eyes,

bewildered and suffering
unmentionable agony,

implore:
"Oh God! Is this Freedom?"

Alas Ali:

"Freedom´s just another word
when there´s nothing left to lose!"

Published 2003 in London - Paris - New York
"Theater of the mind"

Author´s Note:

Twelve-year-old Ali´s horrific plight, after his family home was pulverised during a massive USA missile attack on Baghdad, leaving him armless and severely burned, traumatized for life, has seared my soul and made me cry out in utter helplessness at the futility and gross injustice!
His imploring brown almond eyes; terrified and in absolute agony, have become the symbol of ALL the innocents maimed and killed in this illegal war in Iraq.

To Ali´s five-month pregnant mother, on whose lap the terrified child was seeking shelter, his father, brothers and sisters, and thousands of other ANONYMOUS VICTIMS, my deep respects! REST IN PEACE!!

Withdrawal Symptoms - Tisha

2007-03-09T16:25:00.000Z

The storm wild, the sea running high,

Darkness - overwhelming sensation of drowning.
A spinning wheel of feeling, confusion, despair,
craving, desire, daydreaming, emotion.
Complete consonance of congenial craving,
convulsive honey-suckle ecstasy.
Spinal sensation, sensitive skin,
hallucinating desire for satisfaction.
disintegrating dejection distilling desire,
dissipating, suffocating distortion.
Dull pain of memory, hellish dungeon of solitude.
Ecstasy - indulgence of fantasy.
Dangling in space,
total consonancy
convergent fate.

Quem morre? -- Pablo Neruda

2007-03-09T15:52:00.000Z

Morre lentamente

quem se transforma
em escravo do hábito,
repetindo todos os dias
os mesmos trajectos,
quem não muda de marca
Não se arrisca a vestir uma nova cor
ou não conversa com quem não conhece.
Morre lentamente
quem faz da televisão o seu guru.
Morre lentamente
quem evita uma paixão,
quem prefere o negro sobre o branco
e os pontos sobre os "is"
em detrimento de
um redemoinho de emoções,
justamente as que resgatam
o brilho dos olhos,
sorrisos dos bocejos,
corações aos tropeços e sentimentos.
Morre lentamente
quem não vira a mesa
quando está infeliz com o seu trabalho,
quem não arrisca o certo pelo incerto
para ir atrás de um sonho,
quem não se permite
pelo menos uma vez na vida,
fugir dos conselhos sensatos.
Morre lentamente
quem não viaja,
quem não lê,
quem não ouve música,
quem não encontra graça em si mesmo.
Morre lentamente
quem destrói o seu amor-próprio,
quem não se deixa ajudar.
Morre lentamente,
quem passa os dias queixando-se
da sua má sorte ou da chuva incessante.
Morre lentamente,
quem abandona um projecto
antes de iniciá-lo,
não pergunta sobre
um assunto que desconhece
ou não responde quando
lhe indagam sobre algo que sabe.
Evitemos a morte em doses suaves,
recordando sempre
que estar vivo exige
um esforço muito maior
que o simples fato de respirar.
Somente a perseverança
fará com que conquistemos
um estágio esplêndido de felicidade.

Pablo Neruda

Anais Nin´s Quotes

2007-03-04T12:15:00.000Z

"The body is an instrument

which only gives off music

when it is used as a body.

Always an orchestra,

and just as music traverses walls,

so sensuality traverses the body

and reaches up to ecstasy".

"Eroticism is one of the basic means

of self-knowledge, as indispensable as poetry".

"Anxiety is love's greatest killer.

It makes one feel as you might

when a drowning man holds unto you.

You want to save him,

but you know he will strangle you

with his panic".

"We write to taste life twice,

in the moment, and in retrospection".

"I seek only the high moments.

I am in accord with the surrealists,

searching for the marvellous".

Photos from various artists taken from the net

Blog Confessions - Tisha

2007-03-04T09:55:00.000Z

It's only a lonely fantasy.

Tired and all alone,
I desire to reach out
and touch you and being touched.

In the early morning hours,
while contemplating the emptiness
around me and the silence of the night,
the complete absence of warmth and sound...

I feel an intense pain on my heart
suffocating me.
If I don't wake up to see the sunrise,
will anyone care?
Will anyone feel my absence?

Will I ever be part of the fondest memories
of someone special?
Or just a forgotten name,

a brief glimpse of existence,
that burned out like a shooting star

in a brief second

and disappeared in the twilight?

Não te amo mais - Clarisse Lispector

2007-03-04T09:39:00.000Z

Não te amo mais.

Estarei mentindo e dizendo que

Ainda te quer como sempre quis.

Tenho certeza que

Nada foi em vão.

Sinto dentro de mim que

Você não significa nada.

Não poderia dizer jamais que

Alimento um grande amor.

Sinto cada vez mais que

Já te esqueci!

E jamais usarei a frase

EU TE AMO!

Sinto, mas tenho que dizer a verdade

É tarde demais...

OBS: Agora leia esta poesia de baixo para cima.

Pura arte... pura genialidade...

Tu és a esperança. - Eugênio de Andrade

2007-03-04T09:23:00.000Z

Tu és a esperança, a madrugada.

Nasceste nas tardes de Setembro,

quando a luz é perfeita e mais doirada,

e há uma fonte crescendo no silêncio

da boca mais sombria e mais fechada.

Para ti criei palavras sem sentido,

inventei brumas, lagos densos,

e deixei no ar braços suspensos

ao encontro da luz que anda contigo.

Tu és a esperança onde deponho

meus versos que não podem ser mais nada.

Esperança minha, onde meus olhos bebem, fundo,

como quem bebe a madrugada.

Que vale esta vida? - W.H. Davies (1871-1940)

2007-03-04T00:42:00.001Z

Que vale esta vida, se, de tanto cuidar
Não tivemos tempo para parar a olhar?

Sem tempo para ficar à sombra dos ramais
Parados a olhar, tal como os animais.

Sem tempo para ver, quando pelos bosques passar,
Onde na erva os esquilos suas nozes vão guardar.

Sem tempo para ver, com o sol a brilhar,
Rios cheios de estrelas, qual céu à noite a cintilar.

Sem tempo para ver o rosto da Beleza contemplar
E observar os seus pés quando está a dançar.

Sem tempo para esperar até a sua boca poder
O sorriso dos seus olhos finalmente enriquecer.

Que pobre vida esta, se, de tanto cuidar,
Não tivermos tempo para parar a olhar.

W.H. Davies (1871-1940)

Lighthouse Fantasy - Tisha

2007-03-02T21:31:00.001Z

Calm is the deep and purple sea,

Stars without a name, murmur in the wind,

while the soul sleeps in the beams of light.

A bright torch, intermittent -

piercing the moon-lit night.

In some untrodden region of my mind,

that undisturbed song of pure content.

In the midst of this wide quietness

there shall be caresses - soft delight,

while winds gently blow,

flaming fire in the breast

Ocean shining in the silver beam of the moon-star,

in the autumn night calm is the deep and shining sea.

The moon, amorous glow-worm of the sky,

shining on the black-winged night,

intermittent light, piercing...

loveliest vision, so bright!

while the soul sleeps in the beams of light

In the midst of this wide quietness

there shall be sweet caresses - soft delight.

Amorous glow-worm of the sky!

Sweet night! Fervent, flaming fire!

Silver beam, piercing delight!

Fantasy house of light!

Unfinished Sensations at Batalha - Tisha

2007-03-02T21:21:00.000Z

Through the intricate ornate lattice stonework,

the sun's rays kisses my silken skin with champagne kisses,

while the wind whispers yearnings of unfulfilled desire...

Hidden in the shadows are forbidden secrets, unseen by the outsider...

unfinished touches in an incomplete sanctuary of senses.

Even during the day, the half moon is visible above the unfinished chapel,

creating waves of unfinished sensations of nostalgic promises,

desires, longings, fear of loneliness, rejection, misery.

An incomplete task of unfinished emotions.

The unfinished chapel of Batalha.

foto tirada pela Tisha

Te quero dizer...... - Tisha

2007-03-02T20:29:00.000Z

Te quero dizer....

palavras em tons de cereja,

com gotas de orvalho,

com cheiro de jacintos amarelos;

algas adormecidas no azul da água.

O teu corpo alegre,

os teus olhos luminosos, infinitos;

os teu lábios com sabor de uvas maduras,

papoilas vermelhas transparentes,

vinho da videiras nobres.

A tua voz solta, ardente,

trémula de emoção e desejo;

O teu rosto transcende esperanças.

A tua lembrança acalma o meu mar tempestuoso,

a minha solidão, não volta a espreitar.

A majestade do teu corpo cristalino

em segredos confundidos.

A intensidade da nossa paixão

é como um esplêndido amanhecer,

ardente como o fogo.

Quero dizer te....

recordando a tua boca, rosa redonda,

o espesso perfume da tua pele..

e estremecemos em total embriaguez

do delírio dos sentidos.

Complete Surrender - Tisha

2007-03-02T20:16:00.001Z

Complicity, expectation

Nervous antecipation,

Joy of reencounter

Instant recognition;

Discovering an instant desire;

Trembling emotion.

Scented oily caresses,

Deliciously sensual.

Soft, silky skin surrenders,

Inviting mutual stimulation.

Primal odour, burning fire;

Pulsating need of satisfaction.

Rounded softness,

Whispered supplications,

Ahhh...to reach the ultimate ecstasy

of total and complete surrender!

International Editor's Choice Award 2007

for displaying original perspective and unique creativity

I am delighted to inform you that your poem "Complete Surrender" has been awarded our prestigious Editor's Choice Award because it displays an original perspective and unique creativity -- judged to be the qualities found most in exceptional poetry. Congratulations on your achievement!

Bloody Footprint - Tisha

2007-03-02T20:04:00.000Z

Terror filled screams,
mixed with excruciating pain,
blood streaming from multiple wounds,
the stench of death filling the air....
walking away from the horror,
leaving behind only a bloody footprint,
symbol of the victims' pain and suffering.

Symbol of survival
while surrounded by death and destruction.

A better world?
An impossible fantasy.

A World without suffering?
Without hatred?
Without terror?
Without abuse?
Without war?

Just a bloody footprint.

Symbol of the incredible state of terror
created by the war mongers,
the imperialists, the greedy,
the disregarders of basic human rights,
the abusers, the torturers.
War criminals.
Aggressors.
Discriminators.

Transformation - Tisha

2006-05-04T20:47:00.000+01:00

Transformed from a slimy creepy-crawly into a transluscent butterfly, with gossamer wings, transparent to the sun´s warmth, delicate and fragile, is a miracle in this cruel world.

NEVER crush the worm, for it only awaits transformation.

2005-05-05T14:54:00.000+01:00

Share with me delicate thoughts,
to stir our minds into a pensive state,
comtemplating the marvels of human courage,
the compassionate tender human touch,
in this misrable world of strife and suffering.
The body can be killed, mutilated or abused,
But the soul can be pure,
free of misery, at peace.