SAUDADES
Namorados amam
até não amam mais
nada que esiste
esiste para sempre
e o presente pôe-se passado
E os que dizem “eternidade”
Falam só “saudade”
PHONETIC
nahmoor-AD-oosh uh-mã [squeeze nostrils when you see this sign ~] auh AS IN “UH, I SEE]
Ah-tey nõw uh-mã m-eye-sh
Nuhduh ezeesh-tchee p-uh-ruh s~empree
Oo pray-z~ntchee p~oy-see puh-sah-doo
ee uzh kee dzeez~e ey-ternee-dad -gee
Fal~a soh sa-oo-dad-gee
ENGLISH
LONGINGS
Lovers love
Until they love no more.
Nothing exists to last
soon present is past
and those who speak “eternity”
long a forever
Comments
truly beautiful. wise words.
truly beautiful. wise words. i get a consoling vibe from it. i'm a little confused about the last line though. (and those who speak "eternity"/long a forever)
Dear Joe,
Thanks for including the English translation! Deep and beautiful.
always, Cat
i too had to scroll down.... lest i felt left out
i speak of eternity
and
you object
well its your own perception
i guess
Thanks,all of u. can't type
Thanks,all of u. can't type much Last ine meas that eterna love ssmply a longig for sothing that des not exist.
As you say it doesn't exist.
Before I say anything about the poem(s)
The phonetic one is 'musique concrête' for us
and is a legitimate kind of poetry to my mind
like Lewis Carroll in 'Alice Through the Looking Glass.'
I know this is un-called for just here as I see from a comment
that it is sensitive and philosophical, but I had to burst out with this little remark.
"Lovers may love until they love no more" Not sure I feel everyone agrees with this:-
If you love somebody let them go.
If they return they were always yours.
If they don't they never were. Anon.
"The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along." - Maulana Jalalu'ddin Rumi
Once truly loved that is unchangeable to my mind.
Only those who do not love enough to let their love go,
choose to suffer the romantic idea of loosing their love.
But that s still not about the poem is it?
And yet that's what the poem says, so I can add no more.
Eternity is an human idea just as time is.
What point is there in longing for it?
Anni.