Podcast

Vídeo

vejo o teu olhar.

Um dia iluminado

Minha Secretária (Mem-Martins), quarta-feira, 20 de janeiro de 2021, 6h48,

Haiku escrito a computador

星の輝きで

私はあなたの表情を見る。

明るい日

Hoshi no kagayaki de watashi wa anata no hyōjō o miru. Akarui hi

私の秘書（Mem-Martins）、2021年1月20日水曜日、午前6時48分、

コンピューターで書かれたハイク

Watashi no hisho (Mem - Martins), 2021-nen 1 tsuki 20-nichi suiyōbi, gozen 6-ji 48-bu, konpyūtā de kaka reta haiku

in the brightness of the stars

I see your look.

A bright day

My Secretary (Mem-Martins), Wednesday, January 20, 2021, 6:48 am,

Computer-written Haiku

Nonô (M.ª Leonor Costa)

When I think of you

Matilde Campilho (Born in 1982)

When I think of you

I forget the trash

that makes noise

in the morning

at my door

You look like time

of almond trees

It's all about the semi-invisible staircase

that the magician dug

on the Atlantic rock

Yes, you look like summer.

Dialogue between Poems

When I remember you

Nonô (Born in 1975) 

When I remember you

I forget what was bad

while watching the morning

rising from my window

You look like a king

That didn't reign

You vanished into the mist

For me, you were invisible

In a distant horizon

Vaster than the Atlantic

Dated on a summer.

Mem-Martins (my secretary), Tuesday, January 19, 2021, 7:36 am

Podcast

Vídeo

Estou sem tempo

Estou sem tempo

Para alimentar paixões

Apenas lamento

Algumas desilusões.

Numa sociedade volúvel

Tudo é rápido demais

O que parece insolúvel

É um pretexto para casuais.

Reina uma sociedade hipócrita

Casamentos por convenção

Vivem debaixo do mesmo teto

Já nem partilham o coração.

Não me revejo

Numa realidade assim

Sozinha versejo

Sobre este frenesim.

in Catarse das Palavras, Mem-Martins (minha secretária), terça-feira, 19 de janeiro de 2021, 8h06

I’m out of time

I'm out of time

To feed passions

I'm just sorry

Some disappointments.

In a volatile society

Everything is too fast

What seems insoluble

It is a pretext for casuals.

A hypocritical society reigns

Convention Weddings

Live under the same roof

They don't even share their hearts anymore.

I don't see myself

In a reality like this

Alone I write verses

About this frenzy.

in Catharsis of Words, Mem-Martins (my secretary), Tuesday, January 19, 2021, 8:06 am

Nonô (M.ª Leonor Costa)

I am much more than a maybe 

I am much more than a maybe

I'm beyond whatever

If your turn comes

I just ask you not to leave.

Don't shrug your shoulders

I will definitely notice

I can lift you from the rubble

You will have to respect me.

Move forward without hesitation

Your insecurity scares me

The pulse of two hearts

It brings hope to the world.

in Vorldly poetry, Mem-Martins (my secretary), Monday, January 18, 2021, 7:57 am

Nonô (M.ª Leonor Costa)