{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"FORD\u00cdT\u00c1SOK","provider_url":"https:\/\/compilatore.cafeblog.hu","author_name":"Lipp M\u00e1rta","author_url":"https:\/\/compilatore.cafeblog.hu\/author\/lipp-marta\/","title":"A SZAVAK. EUG\u00c9NIO DE ANDRADE VERSE.","html":"

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A szavak<\/h2>\r\n

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A szavak olyanok,<\/strong><\/p>\r\n

mint a krist\u00e1ly.<\/strong><\/p>\r\n

N\u00e9melyik \u00e9les t\u0151r,<\/strong><\/p>\r\n

puszt\u00edt\u00f3 l\u00e1ng.<\/strong><\/p>\r\n

M\u00e1sok<\/strong><\/p>\r\n

\u00e9pp csak gy\u00f6ngyharmatok.<\/strong><\/p>\r\n

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Titkok j\u00f6nnek, \u00e1rad\u00f3 eml\u00e9kezet.<\/strong><\/p>\r\n

Tal\u00e1lomra haj\u00f3znak:<\/strong><\/p>\r\n

b\u00e1rk\u00e1k vagy cs\u00f3kok,<\/strong><\/p>\r\n

a vizek megremegnek.<\/strong><\/p>\r\n

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\u00c1rtatlanok, elhanyagoltak,<\/strong><\/p>\r\n

\u00e1rnyak.<\/strong><\/p>\r\n

F\u00e9nyb\u0151l sz\u0151tt anyagok,<\/strong><\/p>\r\n

maguk az \u00e9jjelek.<\/strong><\/p>\r\n

\u00c9s hasonl\u00f3 hamvas,<\/strong><\/p>\r\n

m\u00e9g zsenge mennyeket id\u00e9znek.<\/strong><\/p>\r\n

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Ki hallja meg \u0151ket?<\/strong><\/p>\r\n

Ki \u0151rzi akk\u00e9ppen,<\/strong><\/p>\r\n

akik, vad viharok,<\/strong><\/p>\r\n

sz\u00edntiszta kagyl\u00f3jukban.<\/strong><\/p>\r\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Lipp M\u00e1rta ford\u00edt\u00e1sa<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\r\n

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As Palavras<\/h2>\r\n

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S\u00e3o como um cristal,<\/strong>
as palavras.<\/strong>
Algumas, um punhal,<\/strong>
um inc\u00eandio.<\/strong>
Outras,<\/strong>
orvalho apenas.<\/strong>

Secretas v\u00eam, cheias de mem\u00f3ria.<\/strong>
Inseguras navegam:<\/strong>
barcos ou beijos,<\/strong>
as \u00e1guas estremecem.<\/strong>

Desamparadas, inocentes,<\/strong>
leves.<\/strong>
Tecidas s\u00e3o de luz<\/strong>
e s\u00e3o a noite.<\/strong>
E mesmo p\u00e1lidas<\/strong>
verdes para\u00edsos lembram ainda.<\/strong>

Quem as escuta? Quem<\/strong>
as recolhe, assim,<\/strong>
cru\u00e9is, desfeitas,<\/strong>
nas suas conchas puras?<\/strong><\/p>\r\n

1958. A \"Cora\u00e7\u00e3o do Dia\" k\u00f6tetben.<\/strong><\/p>\r\n

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K\u00e9p: Paul-Elle Ranson,<\/strong> Szikl\u00e1k Escuar Heria-ban, 1891.<\/p>\r\n

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