Showing posts with label Samuel Úria. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Samuel Úria. Show all posts
Tuesday, 3 June 2025
ouros
"Era do Ouro" (golden age) Samuel Úria, Portugal, 2025.
Labels:
2020s,
2025,
Portugal,
Samuel Úria
Tuesday, 9 January 2018
shoulder charge
- Don't even know if I regret, of. . being so silly or so courteous . . The past has a repair, only . . if the turn is taken instead
- Don't even know if I worry, that . . the memory didn't fail . . The cold foot and the hand so hot, I . . wanna be the one who approached
- Put your shoulder next to mine . . *Shoulder charge is fair . . Put my name next to yours . . Shoulder charge is fair
- Don't even know if it's important, but . . the justice has to come . . Don't even know if being constant has . . rather to be redeemed
- Put your shoulder next to mine . . Shoulder charge is fair . . Put my name next to yours . . Shoulder charge is fair
*Shoulder charge (Carga de ombro) is a football/soccer fault.
Labels:
2010's,
2016,
2016 best,
Manuela Azevedo,
Portugal,
Samuel Úria
Friday, 5 January 2018
dry handkerchief
Lend me your eyes once. .I haven't eyes of people, only of a boy. .It's just the time to realize. .From the vision that is blurred to be a woman.
Lend me a cup of salt. .And show me the recipe for the lachrymal broth. . It's just the time to convince you. .'cause not even precipitated I can rain.
It is not an adage that persecutes us. .A man just doesn't cry because he can not.
Lend me this effeminate mourning. .To be masculine is to have a dry handkerchief. . It's just time to make-me-up. .Of transparent weeping (the woman's color).
I was not born stone, I was born boy. .A man just doesn't cry because he isn't able to.
Men make fire, with two sticks they make fire. .By exchange I teach you to burn.
You are current and I pretend to be sea. .'cause a man, to cry, he can not cry.
Labels:
2010's,
Gisela João,
Manuel Cruz,
Portugal,
Samuel Úria
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