quinta-feira, 21 de janeiro de 2010

Ó gato?

(a gata Deolinda)
Que fazes por aqui, ó gato? Que ambiguidade vens explorar? Senhor de ti, avanças, cauto, meio agastado e sempre a disfarçar o que afinal não tens e eu te empresto, ó gato, pesadelo lento e lesto, fofo pêlo, frio olhar! De que obscura força és a morada? Qual o crime de que foste testemunha? Que deus te deu a repentina unha que rubrica esta mão, aquela cara? Gato cúmplice de um medo ainda sem palavras, sem enredos, quem somos nós, teus donos ou teus servos? de Alexandre O´Neill

2 comentários:

Anónimo disse...

The Tiger
By William Blake
1757-1827

TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
EB

Woman Once a Bird disse...

http://umblogquesejaseu.blogspot.com/2007/12/tigre-tigre-brilho-ardente-l-nas.html
:)