Friday, August 10, 2018

Canção do meu sonho errante (Song of My Wandering Dream)

Canção do meu sonho errante Menotti Del Picchia Eu tenho a alma errante e vago na terra a sonhar maravilhas... Não para um momento! Eu busco irriquieto o meu sonho inconstante e sou como as asas, as velas, as quilhas, as nuvens, o vento... Eu sou como as coisas inquietas: o veio que canta na leira; a fumaça que voa na espira que sobe das achas; o anseio dos longos coqueiros esguios; a esteira de prata que deixa uma proa no espelho dos rios. Eu tenho a alma errante... Boêmio, o meu sonho procura a carícia fugace, procura a glória mendaz e preclara. Sou como a veia fenícia ao largo, uma vela distante... Eu tenho a alma errante... E sinto uma estranha delícia em tudo que passa e não dura, em tudo que foge e não pára... 🎨 Gregg Chadwick . . . . . . . . #poesia #fotografia #arte #greggchadwick #poesia #arte #leitura #arte  #poem #poetry #poesie  #filosofia  #read #words #lectura #mots #lecture #poema #lettres #literature #artesplasticas #letras #poesía #litterature #literatura #libros #livre #libri #books  #livros #books #quotes #poeme  #lire
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Honored that @poesiaaceuaberto has matched my painting Il Poeta di Milano (The Poet of Milan) with Menotti Del Picchia's poem Canção do meu sonho errante (Song of My Wandering Dream).


Translation from the Portuguese:

Song of my wandering dream Menotti Del Picchia I have the wandering soul and vague on earth to dream wonders ... Not for a moment! I look irriquely at my fickle dream and I am like the wings, the sails, the keels, the clouds, the wind ... I am like the restless things: the shaft who sings in the harp; the smoke that flies in the spire that rises from the logs; the longing the long slender coconut palms; the silver mat leaving a bow in the mirror of the rivers. I have a wandering soul ... Bohemian, my dream seeks the caress fugace, looking for the glory mendacious and preclear. I am like the Phoenician vein in the distance, a distant candle ... I have a wandering soul ... And I feel a strange delight in everything that passes and does not last, in everything that runs away and does not stop ... 🎨 Gregg Chadwick . . . . . . . . #poetry #photo #arte #greggchadwick #poesia #arte #learning #arte #poem #poetry #poesie #filosofia #read #words #lecture #mots #lecture #poema #lettres #literature #artesplasticas #letras # poetry #litterature #literatura #libros #libre #libri #books #books #books #quotes #poems #lire poesiaaceuaberto # historiadarte #scrittore #writer #pensions #words #culture #storiadellarte #porotes #quotes #alma #soul #histoiredelart #arthistory #trip #culture #versos #artist #museu #artwork #painting #painter #poete #writer #poeta #poet #ecrivain #philosophy

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