Ana Cristina Cesar, Poética. p. 243. (via anaccesar)
Tamara de Lempicka (Polish, 1898 – 1980) - Hortensias Bouquet and Lemon, 1922
À triste enfermeira
que anseia fogueira
sequer há madeira.
o mar é de areia
e a triste enfermeira se esgueira.
Amelia is listening to Magnapop - Slowly, Slowly
posted by katrina
She loved to look at flowers
And the leaves had the look of loving
But halfass drunken sailors
staggered thru her sleep
over the virgin landscape
At a certain age
her heart put about
searching the lost shores
And heard the green birds singing
from the other side of silence
František Kupka (Czech, 1871 – 1957) - Untitled, 1930
Watercolour over pencil on paper
Feche os olhos para todos os perigos & não tenha medo de morrer… é tudo imaginário & vazio & ótimo
Heartless brute! she thought, but his indifference pleased her. He asked nothing of her either. She stretched her hand for a cigarette. And what would Martin say, she wondered, as she took the enamel box that turned from green to blue, as she opened it. Hideous? Vulgar? Possibly—but what did it matter what people said? Criticism seemed light as smoke this morning. What did it matter what he said, what they said, what anybody said, since she had a whole day to herself?—since she was alone? …
Then, as she watched, light moved and dark moved; light and shadow went travelling over the hills and over the valleys. A deep murmur sang in her ears—the land itself, singing to itself, a chorus, alone. She lay there listening. She was happy, completely. Time had ceased.