Autumn Collage, Serge Gurkski [ebook reader TXT] 📗

/> I. Todos os meus sábados

(all my Saturdays)


Can it get any better

than starting a Saturday morning

listening to a soft and sexy

bossa

Sung by Diana Krall in Paris?

“Look of love“, even if you

are alone and have no one to

look at lovingly, you still

have memories to make it

swooningly into the day.

All the rivers you cried

over me cannot match

the river I cried over you.

As huge and wide and deep and wild

as the Mississippi is the river

I cried over you.

It has benefits being alone

every now and then.

Didn’t you know?

So now you are gone and it’s maybe best so,

but your body I miss its warm embrace

שׁני שׁדיך כשׁני עפרים תאומי צביה הרועים בשׁושׁנים׃

Shenei shadayikh kishnei ofarim teomei tzeviyah haroim bashoshanim

Your two breasts are like twin gazelles, which feed among lilies.

And I am so needy,waiting for sunsets,

especially in these mornings, when they need hours

to set up their light and the day just won’t come up

again.


II. Garota (girl)


O seu balançado

é mais que um poema*

She swings better than a poem.

and beautifies life (she’s) meant for love.

Bottles of red ale

hailing down from

Éire. Kilkenny to specify

I drink and sit and cry

and blind I let

my mind cakewalk

itself out of reality.

Not much to loose there anyway.

I know, I am loosing this game

not meant for me to play.

Right from the start, it was obvious

I would, but as long as

I am still here

let fate cast the dice again

and once more. I take

every eyes I get,

as long as they are

looking at you.


“Ah, se ela soubesse

que quand’ ela passa,

o mundo sorrindo

se enche de graça

e fica mais lindo

por causa do amor.“* / **


For the love of this girl

I tried hard but it

was not enough.

I failed again.

I might not have been

made for love.

I’m not, I am lost and bluest

on a Saturday morning,

when everyone else

is starting having fun.

Talvez.

Perhaps.
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*From the lyrics of garota de Ipanema


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Text: Serge Gurkski
Images: Serge Gurkski
Publication Date: 01-06-2013

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