Ancient photo

It occurred to me that day spend eternity
in the face of the boys, keep the size
of their heads, their legs
in pants, old clothes
was what had
a look
they did not know
would how to illuminate the dark room
of the future.

J.T.Parreira

The Lovers

After the violin snatch the public
they began playing the fingers
one another
until the bottom of the hands
The woman said yes
with a left hand
and a right hand of him is imprisoned
maybe forever.

Van Gogh died the other day

Van Gogh died the other day
one shot
into Auvers, a shot
burst into the light
of winding wheat, one shot
in the Van Gogh's head
the wings of crows scaring the blue.

João Tomaz Parreira

Cardiology

I showed my heart to the doctor: he said I just have to quit.”

(Leonard Cohen)

I showed my heart to the doctor, graphics

trampling the beats of the blood- the doctor said

that although the tests

no showed evidences

was the loneliness, he showed the danger

I have a greater love

than the age that I can reach Finally

showed me how it works

is the divine breath.

Cardiologia

Abri o meu coração para o médico, gráficos

atropelando as batidas do sangue- o médico disse

que embora os exames

não mostrassem indícios

havia solidão, ele mostrou o perigo

de se ter um amor maior do que a idade

a que podemos chegar Por fim

mostrou-me como trabalha

ainda o sopro divino.

J.T.Parreira

Mickey Rourke, the wrestler

Angelic step in air
falls on the carpet
I was very good at it
cause problems to the sensitive Hollywood
I do it exceptionally well
was stupid say
acting is not work to hard-boiled male
so after much knock out
my memory have a long space.

In:

http://www.litkicks.com/poetry.php?poem=716527

Mickey Rourke, o lutador

Em passo angélico no ar

cair no tapete, era bom nisso

causar problemas à seriedade

de Holywood, fazia isso naturalmente

foi estúpido dizer

que representar não era trabalho

para um homem a sério

depois de tanta pancada

a minha memória tem muito

espaço.

23/2/2009

In:

http://www.poetasalutor.blogspot.com/

Robbers

In the temple he found men selling

cattle, sheep and tears

and flash of doves

those who exchanged forgiveness

the daily rate.

by JTParreira

Ezra's pretty tough, by Bukowski

http://bukowski.net/vault/manuscripts.php

A dureza de Ezra

Há uns milhares de ingleses licenciados em literatura

que pensam tomar o lugar de Ezra

ou cummings ou Eliot

quando a melhor coisa que lhes

acontecerá

é acabarem como caixas

nas Lojas Safeway

e a perguntar

(sob as directrizes da gerência)

«Como está o sr. hoje?»

e não obterem resposta

nenhuma.

(Tradução: J.T.Parreira)

Truman Capote

One day the evil came to see him

when held a dry martini

evil exists in the background

of the beauty

one day

when the Times of New York brought to him

fresh blood of the Clutter.

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Um dia a maldade veio ao seu encontro

quando segurava um dry martini

a maldade existe no fundo

da beleza

um dia

o Times de Nova Iorque trouxe-lhe

o sangue fresco dos Clutter.

J.T.Parreira

Middle Age, a poem by Robert Lowell

MIDDLE AGE

Now the midwinter grind

is on me, New York

drills through my nerves,

as I walk

the chewed-up streets.

At forty-five,

what next, what next?

At every corner,

I meet my Father,

my age, still alive.

Father, forgive me

my injuries,

as I forgive

those I

have injured!

You never climbed

Mount Sion, yet left

dinosaur

death-steps on the crust,

where I must walk.


Meia-Idade

Agora o pleno inverno enruga

a minha pele, Nova Iorque

perfura os meus nervos,

quando percorro

as ruas desgastadas.

Aos quarenta e cinco,

que virá a seguir? e depois?

Em cada esquina,

encontro o meu Pai,

com vida e a minha idade.

Pai, perdoa

minhas feridas,

como eu perdoo

aqueles que

feri.

Tu nunca escalaste

o Monte Sião, mas deixaste

velhas

pagadas de morte sobre a crosta,

onde tenho de andar.

(Trad. J.T.Parreira)

Haiku

Morning Sun, by Hopper

I touch up the sky

from a gentle mirror

within the stream.

Kaddish for us

When they killed us
our ashes talked by ourselves
when they killed our children
we had more
when our women were naked
our eyes were closed forever
have towns where the wind
do not brought the birds
but ashes.

04-01-2009