28.12.06

 

Poemas favoritos VI
Favorite poems VI


Segunda Classe

Marcelo Tápia

de manhã
média com pão e manteiga
no almoço
dieta da quantia média
o dia todo
média com o chefe
pra não ficar
abaixo da média dos ordenados
no estacionamento
taxa de carro médio
meio tanque cheio
a volta pra casa
em velocidade média
rádio ligado
em ondas médias
na chegada
metade uísque metade água
média mensal do filho na escola
a cara metade fala de ofertas
com 50% de abatimento
novela o divertimento
(gosta daquela que fica entre a das 6 e a das 8)
depois do banho morno
panos quentes nos desentendimentos
um coito de meia hora
pau tamanho médio
meio duro, gozo mediano
deitado de meias na metade da cama
o jornal da tv: mass-media
pra ficar por dentro da vida
***
The City
Constantinos Cavafy
(Translated by Lawrence Durrell)

You tell yourself: I'll be gone
To some other land, some other sea,
To a city lovelier far than this
Could ever have been or hoped to be -
Where every step now tightens the noose:
A heart in a body buried and out of use:
How long, how long must I be here
Confined among these dreary purlieus
Of the common mind? Wherever now I look
Black ruins of my life rise into view.
So many years have I been here
Spending and squandering, and nothing gained.
There's no new land, my friend, no
New sea; for the city will follow you,
In the same streets you'll wander endlessly,
The same mental suburbs slip from youth to age,
In the same house go white at last -
The city is a cage.
No other places, always this
Your earthly landfall, and no ship exists
To take you from yourself. Ah! don't you see
Just as you've ruined your life in this
One plot of ground you've ruined its worth
Everywhere now - over the whole earth?

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