who sits in thy presence,
and hears
close to him thy sweet speech and lovely laughter;
that indeed makes my
heart flutter in my bosom.
For when I see thee but a little,
I have no
utterance left,
My tongue is broken down,
and straightway a subtle fire
has run under my skin,
with my eyes I have no sight,
my ears ring,
sweat pours down,
and a trembling seizes all my body;
I am paler than
grass,
and seem in my madness little better than one dead.
But I must
dare all, since one so poor …
Sappho (transl:H. T. Wharton)
Outra versão do mesmo poema…
There’s a moment when I look at youAnd no speech is left in me.
My tongue breaks, then fire races under my skin
And I tremble,
And grow pale,
For I am dying of such love.
Translation by Josephine Balmer
It seems to me that man is equal to the gods,
that is, whoever sits opposite you
and, drawing nearer, savors as you speak,
the sweetness of your voiceand the thrill of your laugh, which have so stirred the heart
in my own breast that whenever I catch
sight of you, even if for a moment,
then my voice deserts meand my tongue is struck silent, a delicate fire
suddenly races underneath my skin,
my eyes see nothing, my ears whistle like
the whirling of a topand sweat pours down me and a trembling creeps over
my whole body, I am greener than grass
at such times, I seem to be no more than
a step away from death;but all can be endured since even a pauper…
Translation by Mary Barnard
He is more than a hero
He is a god in my eyes–
the man who is allowed
to sit beside you–hewho listens intimately
to the sweet murmur of
your voice, the enticinglaughter that makes my own
heart beat fast. If I meet
you suddenly, I can’tspeak–my tongue is broken;
a thin flame runs under
my skin; seeing nothing,hearing only my own ears
drumming, I drip with sweat;
trembling shakes my bodyand I turn paler than
dry grass. At such times
death isn’t far from me
Fui…
"Sou o que quero ser, porque possuo apenas uma vida
e nela só tenho uma chance de fazer o que quero.
Tenho felicidade o bastante para fazê-la doce,
dificuldades para fazê-la forte,
Tristeza para fazê-la humana
e esperança suficiente para fazê-la feliz.
As pessoas mais felizes não tem as melhores coisas
elas sabem fazer o melhor
das oportunidades que aparecem em seus caminhos"
(Clarice Lispector)
Ceres"Shao" Xisto
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