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luís soares

Blog do escritor Luís Soares

Beirut - Port of Call

 

And I, I called through the air that night

A calm sea voiced with a lie
I could only smile, I've been alone some time
And all, and all, it's been fine

 

And you, you had hope for me now
I danced all around it somehow
Be fair to me, I may drift a while
Were it up to me, you know I'd

 

I, I called through the air that night
The faults were swarming inside
Was it infantile, that which we desired?
Were it up to me, all from your eyes

 

And I, I called through the air that night
My thoughts were still buried inside
We were closer then, I've been alone some time
Filled you glass with gin
Filled your heart with pride
And you, you had hope for me now
I danced all around it somehow
Be fair to me, I may drift a while

 

If there's a plan for me
Would it make you smile?
No, don't want to be there for no one
I can see

Allen Ginsberg - Song

The weight of the world
is love.
Under the burden
of solitude,
under the burden
of dissatisfaction

 

the weight,

the weight we carry

is love.

 

Who can deny?

In dreams
it touches
the body,
in thought
constructs
a miracle,
in imagination
anguishes
till born
in human--
looks out of the heart
burning with purity--
for the burden of life
is love,

 

but we carry the weight
wearily,
and so must rest
in the arms of love
at last,
must rest in the arms
of love.

 

No rest
without love,
no sleep
without dreams
of love--
be mad or chill
obsessed with angels
or machines,
the final wish
is love
--cannot be bitter,
cannot deny,
cannot withhold
if denied:

 

the weight is too heavy

 

--must give
for no return
as thought
is given
in solitude
in all the excellence
of its excess.

 

The warm bodies
shine together
in the darkness,
the hand moves
to the center
of the flesh,
the skin trembles
in happiness
and the soul comes
joyful to the eye--

 

yes, yes,
that's what
I wanted,
I always wanted,
I always wanted,
to return
to the body
where I was born.