Long Memoria Poems

Quelle vicende vissi fino in fondo.
Quando mi riappropriai della mia vita
Se questo è un uomo chiesi a tutto il mondo.”
Those events I lived through and through.
When I again impropriated of my life
If this is a...

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Italian version. (continued from first part)
Tale è l’orror  che assale la mia mente
Di quanto ho visto e rivissuto prima
Da ridurla al silenzio più opprimente.
Pian piano poi risal verso la cima
Creando ancora immagini e illusioni
Senza...

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Non ci sono labbre piu' dolci
che hanno un sapore divino,
che sciolgono il cuore piu' freddo
e piu' triste che ho cercato di conquistare
con frasi ingannevoli che non avevamo effetto;
oh, avrei voluto tanto amarla e adorarla
piu' di...

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Ancora in sogno vaga la mia mente
Nell’ignoto esplorando come Ulisse
Quando uno squarcio si apre immantinente.
Un uomo curvo col cappuccio nero
Che in tempi oscuri per la chiesa visse
Mi si rivolge in modo triste e altero.
“Per evitar...

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Zwischen dem Morgen und der Nacht 
fallen die Sterne in den Pazifischen Ozean.

Die ewige Sonne lässt die Wellen erklingen,
mit dem weichen Schaum leichten Schnees.

Die See singt Lieder des Vergessens,
von versunkenen Bäumen,
von leuchtenden Stränden,
von der Liebe.

Ich...

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Que solo soy un muerta  sobre la faz
Que no me he dado cuenta nadamas
Que mi estancia en el mundo se acabó
Mi misión persona simplemente fracasó Puras culpas y desilusiones y tristeza cargo en mi...

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Light the candles, or nevermind!
Burn the witch! Watch him go up in fire!
And now for something completely different...
I used to rule the world, seas rose with my word before I died
All elephants’ paradises one and...

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THE WAVE OF LOVE IS A TRANSIENT HUNT
Why did you enter my life ?
It was quite enough without the noise of your love.
Why did you claim love ?
When all that you felt was your own...

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I 
am 
the 
voice 
in 
the 
early 
twilight 
calling.I 
am 
the 
voice 
that 
cried 
in 
the 
dusk. 
Am 
the 
limbs 
shaking 
and 
the 
lungs 
convulsing. 
I 
own 
the 
tongue 
that 
cracked,the 
lips 
that 
parched 
and...

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An alert in a skirt is not skating today nor skiing either.

I like the kitchen nice and neat and therefore I can have something nice to eat. Not that I am bowed. Nor allowed. Something...

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My father...
You are a unique flower
This is how I keep you
In my heart forever
Until the sunset waves goodbye
My father...
You dwell now in the heart of Jesus Christ
Since with your strongest faith and blissful honor
You pleased...

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Antonio Lobo Antunes

Writes a chronicle, which he claims is about Nothing that, for us, ( Nothing ) encompasses a mountain of words
reflecting the need of the needs ofman
Antonio protested against the Portuguese wars in Africa
“...

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under this gray suburban sky
just give me a minute of your time
and I'll tell you my whole life

hold me in your memory for a moment
and let me rock you in mine like a child in...

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Die Schatten der Nacht,
die auf mich wie Blätter fallen,
vergessen im Wind,
verloren wie
Schneehauch am Abend.


Erinnerungen des Tages,
eingefangen 
im Netz der Gedanken,
verloren im Unsichtbaren,
verschwimmen mit den Schatten der Nacht
im Nirgendwo.


Zwischen den Tagen
liegt Hoffnung
wie Tau auf den Wiesen.
Zukünftige...

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Y entonces aquí estoy -
y aquí en blanco me veo,
mi piel -la nevada de medianoche
donde ya nadie me atraviesa 
con sus huellas, y sus huellas negras.
Y aquí entonces estoy sola,
la madrugada me canta desinhibida.
Ella canta...

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Desde chiquita deseaba
llenarte de orgullo lo triste
fue que nunca se pudo. 

Buscaba del padre que nunca
supo ser; pero no por eso perdí 
la fe. 

A veces te visitaba en el taller 
en que trabajabas y...

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Todo lo que comienza con el tiempo se acaba
uno nace, luego crece y bajo tierra hace su morada
pues asi es el ciclo de la vida en este mundo
un dia estas aqui y luego partes en...

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Helga Deen  (1925-1943)   (Sentanka)

Mit achtzehn ermordet
Helga Deen im KZ Sobibór
Nur Tagebuch und Briefe

War alles was von ihr blieb
Ihr Andenken aber bleibt 


Murdered at eighteen
Helga Deen at Sobibór 
Only letters and diary

Was all...

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Pushing the grocery cart (con un análisis pausado de los que le rodean)
and looking for the area (un lugar pensado en el calor del momento)
of the store where he can (una bolsa de ensalada que...

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with deep blue eyes 
that loomed out between
the smoothing sepia strands
falling like raindrops
over her immaculate
flushed face & lips
still wet with sex &
sweat, the brush gently,
slowly, as if with
deliberate
patience,
pure &
unbridled,
raked down through the
hair that had been
thrown...

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Erinnerungen/ Recuerdos/Memories (Light Poetry)

El viento me trae memorias 
del Pasado
y mi corazón aún se siente dolor
de un gran amor cansado y preocupado
el aire todavía tiene sus mismas melodías
y yo las escucho  como un aislado...

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Untrampled Sand

Idyllic shorelines tucked away,
Are island protected in a tropical bay;
Below pastel skies polished by clouds,
Reveal a Shangri-La bathed in gold.

Untrampled sands, white and tanned,
Are cooled by waves and wind fanned.
Where exotic vegetation creeps unmolested,
Claiming...

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Ojalá el universo se apiade de mí
Y me convierta en otra estrella;
Porque la última espada caerá
Ante el desvaneciente sol,
Opacando el vitral del alma...

Desaparecerá el vitral
Al abundarse en total oscuridad.
Se quebrará al ser presonado
Por hipócritas luces,
Y...

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Lo que siento es tierno
acaricia mi ser,
un sentimiento confuso,
que no me deja ver.

Me he enamorando
sin saber el bien,
me undo en el pensar
de como ser su todo, su cien.

Las horas pasan y tambien los dias,
pero la...

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O cortina asurzitoare cade
anun?ând prin cei patru ca foametea
a încetat,
iar totul e infinit.

Caut o lumina, dar culori amare
ma orbesc.
Bezna ma-nconjoara, ne cuprinde pe toti;
ochii nu-mi mai folosesc.
Mereu sunt doua.

Caut un sunet, o ?oapta calda
sau un...

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