Poem "the poetry of my heart" translated to portuguese

[pumpkins]

Sorry, this is only for portuguese reading fans.



A poesia do meu coração


Revelo agora a poesia do meu coração
Pensa em pássaros em seu voo e começarás a aproximar-te
Como rostos que vêm da escuridão familiar
Para te saudar de novo
Eles tangem essas cordas e cantam esse refrões que eu conheço tão bem, e abrigo tão próximo
Agora segue esses pássaros cegamente, mantendo esses rostos no pensamento
Por rios e vales e macios prados até chegarmos à beira do vasto oceano
O mais extenso mar que podes imaginar e além
Ergue a tua mão e deixa esses pássaros descolar com suave música

Velozes nós voamos sobre estas águas
Cada vez mais velozes até sermos sombra, e as nossas palavras serem sombras, e as memórias das coisas que perdemos serem sombras também
O sol alcança-te no teu voo
Imagina isto da perspectiva do sol
Esses pássaros e tu movendo-se à velocidade da luz pelo firmamento
Bom, se fosses o sol, rir-te-ias também
Finalmente depois de tão majestosa jornada
Abrandas sobre uma ilha deserta, exuberante de vida
E na sua árida praia encontras uma velha arca de marinheiro
Polida por anos de grosseiro uso
Abre essa arca e encontrarás no seu interior
Uma carta de amor e a poesia do meu coração
Arrastando a arca de marinheiro pela encosta
Através da areia até a uma densa floresta com flores e escuridão
Tomamos o caminho esquecido pela vertente da montanha
Em direcção ao jubiloso sol

Adquirimos a sua sabedoria enquanto o seu dom
Dança o rumor do fantasma e as relíquias de um outro passado
Subimos até ao topo
Porque o tempo não espera por nós
Embora o aparente de vez em quando
E aqui em cima esquecidos, és só tu, eu
E uma arca guardando uma carta de amor e a poesia dos nossos corações

Uma única lâmpada ilumina esta sala
Está sempre escuro aqui
Se o telhado tivesse aprisionado os meus sonhos e pesadelos, que histórias ele podia
contar
Ela está aqui, aquela
Aquela que eu amo, desejo, crio, salvo, pela tristeza do meu coração
Estou perdido nesta sala, mas é aqui que as cartas de amor são escritas
O lugar do meu maior pensamento e mais triste canção
Não há pássaros aqui para voar
Nenhum oceano para atravessar, nenhum ilha para alcançar
Nenhum sol para me surpreender a chorar
Esta é a dádiva do esquecimento e de opaca dança.

Revelo agora a poesia do meu coração
As suas mágoas e o anónimo desejo que uma vez chamei felicidade
Despojei-o do seu título e exibi-o
As lâmpadas balançam, as crianças cantam
O galo desperta e eu procuro o sono
Algures depois das cicatrizes e carros vazios e bares sem-fim cheios de lembranças

Quero ascender desta cova
E atirar-me para as pedras em baixo
Mas ainda assim isso requer o teu empurrão
Porque um empurrão requer um desígnio
E um desígnio requer uma vontade
E a vontade regista essa necessidade do corpo
Precisas de mim?
Então empurra-me, a minha arca e eu
Os pássaros seguir-me-ão

Evoca os degraus, até ao tecto
De volta para a lâmpada, para os fios eléctricos
E fora de Manhattan
Ressurgindo do outro lado
A uma criança, um sonho
Um esboço de uma carta de amor com um X e um O para dizer a verdade
Revelo agora a poesia do meu coração
A raiva e as capas que projecta
E os desenhos que forma
E a sua verdadeira jaula, eu


The poetry of my heart

Revealing now the poetry of my heart
Think birds in flight and you will start to come close
As faces come from the darkness familiar
To greet you hello again
They pluck those strings and sing those refrains I know so well, and hold so close
Now follow these birds faithfully, keeping those faces in mind
Over rivers and dales and soft greens until we come to the edge of a vast ocean
The biggest sea you may imagine and more
Lift your hand and let those birds soar with sweet music

Fast we fly over these waters
Faster and faster until we blur, and our words blur, and memories of lost things blur too
The sun catches you flying
Imagine this from the perspective of the sun
Those birds and you moving the speed of light over the blue
Well, if you where the sun, you'd laugh too
Finally after such a momentous journey
You slow upon a deserted island, lush with life
And on it's barren shore you find a worn sea chest
Polished smooth by years of coarse handling
Open that chest and you would find inside
A single valentine and the poetry of my heart
Dragging that sea chest around the bend
Thru sand into a jungle dense with flower and shade
We take the forgotten trail up the hillside
Up towards the laughing sun

Catching it's wisdom as it's given
Pas the ghost whispers and the relics of another past
Climbing to the very top
Because time will not stand still for us
But it will pretend once in a while
And up here forgotten, is just you, me
One sea chest holding a single valentine and the poetry of our hearts

A single bulb lights this room
It's dark in here all the time
If the ceiling had only captured my dreams and nightmares alike, what stories it could
show
She is here, the one
The one I love, desire, devise, rescue, all to my hearts own sorrow
I'm lost in this room, but this is the place the valentines are written
The site of my greatest thought and saddest song
There are no birds here to take flight
No oceans to fly over, no islands to reach
No sun to catch me crying
This is the gift of oblivion and opaque dance

Revealing now the poetry of my heart
It's sorrow and nameless wish I called bliss once
Stripped of it's title and junked for show
The bulbs swing, the kids singThe rooster crows and I seek sleepSomewhere past the scars and empty cars and endless bars filled with reminders

I want to climb from this hole
And dash myself on the rocks below
But still it requires your push
Because a push requires intent
And intent requires desire
And desire registers in this body as need
Do you need me?
So push me over, my sea chest and me
The birds will follow me down

Retrace the steps, up to the ceiling
Back thru the bulb, into the electric wires
And out of Manhattan
Coming out another side
To a kid, a dream
A scrawled valentine with an X and O if truth be told
Revealing now the poetry of my heart
Rage and the canopies it paints
And the drawings it frames
And it's real cage, me

Blinking with Fists, Billy Corgan, 2005
trad. João Moita
http://joaomoita.blogspot.com

[spank_thru101]

I appreciate Billy's poetry book, but it never struck me as anything that great.

Someone oughta take the entire book and write and extremely bad Rock Opera out of it. Or maybe score it to an extremely expensive porno flick.

"Blinking with Fists, a grand new achievement in the Donkey Punching sex genre!"

[DeviousJ]

And back again, thanks babelfish!

The poetry of my heart


I now disclose the poetry of my heart
It thinks about birds in its voo and will start to approach you
As faces that come of the familiar blackout
To greet you of new
They refer to these ropes and sing these refrões that I know so well, and so next shelter
Now she follows these birds blindly, keeping these faces in the thought
For prados rivers and soft valleys and until arriving at the side of the vast ocean
The most extensive sea that pods to imagine beyond and
It raises your hand and it leaves these birds to unglue with soft music

Quick we fly on these waters
Each time quicker until being shade, and our words to be shades, and the memories of the things that we lose to be shades also
The sun reaches you in yours voo
This of the perspective of the sun imagines
These birds and you moving it the speed of the light for the firmamento
Good, if you were the sun, you would also laugh yourself
Finally after so majestical day
You soften on a desert, exuberant island of life
E in its barren beach you find an old coffer of sailor
Polishing per years of coarse use
It opens this coffer and it will find in its interior
A love letter and the poetry of my heart
Dragging the coffer of sailor for the hillside
Through the sand until the one dense forest with flowers and blackout
We take the way forgotten for the source of the mountain
In direcção to the jubilant sun

We acquire its wisdom while its dom
It dances the rumor of the ghost and the relics of one another past
We go up until the o top
Because the time does not wait for us
Although the apparent one of time in when
E here in top forgotten, you are alone, I
E a coffer keeping a love letter and the poetry of our hearts

An only light bulb illuminates this room
He is always dark here
If the roof had imprisoned my dreams and nightmares, that histories it could
to count
It is here, that one
That one that I love, desire, I create, safe, for the sadness of my heart
I am lost in this room, but it is here that the love letters are written
The place of my bigger thought and sadder song
It does not have birds to fly here
No ocean to cross, no island to reach
No sun to surprise me to cry
This is the gift of the esquecimento and cloudy dance.

I now disclose the poetry of my heart
Its hurts and anónimo desire that a time I called happiness
I deloused it of its heading and showed it
The light bulbs balance, the children sing
The awaken rooster and I look sleep
Full Algures after the scars and empty cars and bars without-end of souvenirs

I want to ascend of this hollow
E to shoot me for the rocks in low
But still thus this requires your push
Because a push requires a design
E a design requires a will
E the regista will this necessity of the body
Necessary of me?
Then it pushes me, my coffer and I
The birds will follow me

It evokes the steps, until the tecto o
In return for the light bulb, electric wires
E is of Manhattan
Resurging of the other side
To a child, a dream
An sketch of a letter of love with a X and one to say the truth
I now disclose the poetry of my heart
The anger and the layers that projecta
E the drawings that it forms
E its true cage, I

[Mablak]

I actually like that poem despite the crappy title. Overall I liked blinking with fists, but I realized poetry in general doesn't do much for me.

[redbull]

name one musician who wrote good poetry (besides patti smith)

[the str]

This is probably the worst published poetry I have ever seen. Maybe second worst.

[Forgotten Child]

Originally Posted by *************

queria que todo mundo falasse português. pelo menos MAIS pessoas.

eu falo, mas minha identidade é secreta!

[ohnoitsbonnie]

Oh man I'm not used to portuguese at all

[bardy]

Originally Posted by redbull

name one musician who wrote good poetry (besides patti smith)

leonard cohen

[zsp77]

Originally Posted by Mablak

I actually like that poem despite the crappy title. Overall I liked blinking with fists, but I realized poetry in general doesn't do much for me.

OK, so if poetry doesn't do it for you, then what about MCIS?

The brown lyric book for the double album is one of the finest poetry collections I've come across.

[the str]

omg, the MCIS book is amazing. I think the pumpkins are the only band that constantly puts out awesome booklets with their albums. Except Gish.

[IWishIWasBlank]

Originally Posted by redbull

name one musician who wrote good poetry (besides patti smith)

Lou Reed's lyrics in poetry form are beeyooteefull.

[tat360]

VALEU!!!!

Gostaria que esse fórum fosse somente em português.....seria mais divertido....excelente tradução...

[DeviousJ]

Originally Posted by zsp77

OK, so if poetry doesn't do it for you, then what about MCIS?

The brown lyric book for the double album is one of the finest poetry collections I've come across.

Deviant

[thomas_bland]

Originally Posted by redbull

name one musician who wrote good poetry (besides patti smith)

Lee Ronaldo

but that is all

[zsp77]

Originally Posted by redbull

name one musician who wrote good poetry (besides patti smith)

Uhhh, Bob Dillon,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,uhhhhhhh,,,,,,,,,,,,,Jim Morrison,,,,,,,,,,,

[Glass_2006]

Quatro pessoas que falam português!

[deathrockduck]

Originally Posted by zsp77

Uhhh, Bob Dillon,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,uhhhhhhh,,,,,,,,,,,,,Jim Morrison,,,,,,,,,,,

dude, jim morrison is one of the worst writers ever. he's not even a good lyricist, and his "poetry" is awful.

[IWishIWasBlank]

Excuse me?

"The West is the Best."

Obviously Jim Morrison *IS* one of the best writers ever. Why don't you write a hit song?

[Glopaiswe]

Há muita gente que fala Português aqui, eu apenas não me dou ao trabalho de responder à maioria dos cromos que aqui existem.

[IWishIWasBlank]

For Me To Poop On.

[Glass_2006]

Originally Posted by *************

é mesmo. mas quanto dessas pessoas são brasileiros? sou americano. morei no rio de janeiro por dois anos. sim, fui missionário. caraca, amo português.

Quanto aos outros, não sei. Mas sou brasileiro, inclusive moro no Rio.

[zsp77]

Originally Posted by deathrockduck

dude, jim morrison is one of the worst writers ever. he's not even a good lyricist, and his "poetry" is awful.

are you serious?

[pirateyninja]

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the one i l0ve, desire, dveise, rsecue, all to my he4rts own sorrow
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teh sdit3 of m grateest tthought And sadedest sOng
tjhere ar no birsds heer to tajker flight
no oCeans tpo fky ovar, no iS7andz to reewch
no sun to catchme CRying
thsi isd teh gift of 0bliviojn and oPaque dance reveAling nwo the p0etry of my heart
its srOrow 4nd nam3less wish i called blisz Once
> stripped of it's ittle and junk3d fro show
th3 Bulbz swing, the kuiDz sing t3h 0roster crows and 1 seek sl3ep
somewhare poast teh scars and empty c4rz and endless bars f1Lled with remnderS

i want to climb form this holre
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nad intdent requirez desire and desire registars iin this body az neEd
do yp0u need me???????
s0 push me over, my sea ch3st and me
the Birds wil7 folLow me d0wn

retrace The steps, up to teh cieling
baX0r thryu the bUlb, into hte electric wries
and out of manHattan
cominfg out anoTher s1de
to a kid, a dream
a scrawled valent1ne with an 0Xr a|\|d 0 if ttruth be told
revealIng now te hpoetry of my heart
rsge and teh canopeis it paints
and the drawnigs it frames
aNd ist re4l cage, me

[IWishIWasBlank]

I applaud the time and effort it took to make that into a 12 year old's post, Pirateyninja. Much more difficult than simply going to Babelfish.

[killtrocity]

donde es la mota???

[Forgotten Child]

Originally Posted by *************

é mesmo. mas quanto dessas pessoas são brasileiros? sou americano. morei no rio de janeiro por dois anos. sim, fui missionário. caraca, amo português.

Here.. oops eu sou!

[cork_soaker]

smegma por la noche!

[pale_princess]

more like the poetry of my FART, LOLOOLOLOLOLO!!!

[CherubDaydream]

muito obrigado pelo tradução!