poemas traduzidos para o inglês por SOFI HALL
Autor: uma história à margem | Publicado: 2014-04-03T13:08:00-03:00






&nbsp;

uma

palavra

escrita é uma

palavra não dita é uma

palavra maldita é uma
palavra

gravada como gravata
que é uma palavra

gaiata como goiaba que
é uma palavra gostosa

&nbsp;

ÓPERA DE PÁSSAROS

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;

a objetividade da fotografia é uma
falácia

erram os que acham que ela retrata o
real.

o que há é que quando o fotógrafo
diz

olha o passarinho! uma ave de asas
oblongas 

sai de dentro do olho da câmera

com uma paleta de cores 

e um embornal de pinceizinhos. 

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; sobrevoa a cabeça do
fotógrafo 

sobrevoa a cabeça do fotógrafo

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; e pousa sobre seu
ombro esquerdo.

de lá, pinta a cena.

&nbsp;em suma, 

&nbsp;a fotografia é uma ópera de pássaros.











BIRD OPERA 



the objectivity of photography is a fallacy 

those who think it portrays reality are wrong.

the truth is when the photographer says 

- watch the birdie!&nbsp; 

an oblong-winged bird 

emerges from the camera’s eye

with a pallette of colors 

and a feedbag full of paintbrushes.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; hovering above
the photographer’s head 

hovering above the photographer’s head 

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; it alights on
his left shoulder. 

once there, it paints the scene. 

in short, 

photography is a bird opera.&nbsp; 



&nbsp;SETE PROVAS E
NENHUM CRIME



havia a mancha de
sangue no jaleco

e nenhum corpo

havia o olhar rútilo,
o rosto crispado

e nenhum motivo

havia o cheiro
impregnado no copo

e nenhuma digital

havia o vírus, o
bilhete, a arma branca

e nenhum assassinato

havia em vão a
confissão

e nenhum ilícito

havia a cadeira de
rodas vazia

e nenhum suspeito

havia um gato
emborcado no aquário

e peixe nenhum



...........................................................................................







SEVEN CLUES AND NO
CRIME 



the bloodstained coat

and no body 

the fiery look, the hardened face

and no motive&nbsp; 

the poisoned cup

and no prints 

the virus, the note, the dagger 

and no murder 

the confession in vain

and no crime 

the empty wheelchair 

and no suspect

in the aquarium, the cat upside down 

and not a single
fish



DESABUTINO



quem quer saber de um poeta na idade
do rock

&nbsp;&nbsp;
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;um cara que se cobre de pena e letras lentas

que passa sábado a noite embriagado

chorando que nem criança a solidão



quem quer saber de namoro na idade
do pó

um romance romântico de cuba

cheio de dúvidas e desvarios

tal a balada de neil sedaka



quem quer saber de mim na cidade do
arrepio

um poeta sem eira na beira de um
calipso neurótico

um orfeu fudido sem ficha nem
ninguém para ligar

num dos 527 orelhões dessa cidade
vazia



WHO NEEDS A POET ?



who cares about a poet in the age of rock

a guy who covers himself with sorrow and slow letters

who blind drunk spends his Saturday night

crying like a child



who cares about snuggling in the age of coke

a románticos de cuba
romance&nbsp; 

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; full of doubts and
twisted trips

like a neil sedaka ballad



who cares about me in this city of chills

a poet 

full of verve on the verge of calypso's nervous breakdown

a fucked up orpheus without change or anyone to call

from all the 527 telephone booths of this desolate city





&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;CIDADE



cidade: parada estranha 

&nbsp;aglomerações

&nbsp;linhas cruzadas

&nbsp;engarrafamentos

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 

&nbsp;estranha
cidade parada

&nbsp;cristalização de caos tédio estupor

&nbsp;escornada no espaço 

&nbsp;veias abertas pedindo mais mais sempre mais 



cidade: paradinha sinistra

babel bélica 

bando de gente a ir a algum lugar
nenhum 

infinito véu de pulsações 

gases&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; desejos&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; dejetos 

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; palavras &amp; balas 

&nbsp;perdidas perdidas perdidas 



&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;

cidade: sinistríssima parada

tudo é recriado e se esfumaça 

seus
citroens&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; seu rock and roll 

luzes da ribalta refletem na sarjeta


&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; what’s going on 

as prensas não podem parar 

notícia notícia notícia 

revista já vista já velha

reprocessando matéria 

clonando idéia&nbsp; 

novelha novelha novelha



parada cidade estranha 

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; choque elétrico todo
dia 

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; a dias meses anos&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; desintegrar - bang big - 

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; numa implosão final 

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;impotentes para formatar

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; bilhões de bytes 

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; trilhões de raios catódicos 

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; em expressão inteligível 



&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; cidade : parada estranha

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; excesso exagero coisa fumaça 

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; corpo crivado de bits

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; corpo crivado de bits

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; corpo crivado de bits



&nbsp;CITY



city: what’s
the point? 

crowds 

crossed lines 

bottlenecks 



point-blank
city 

crystallized chaos boredom stupor 

gored in space 

open veins begging more more always more 



city:&nbsp; what’s the damn point? 

bloody babel 

bands of people going somenoplace

immense beating veil

destruction&nbsp;&nbsp; desire&nbsp;&nbsp; despair

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; words &amp; bullets 

astray astray astray 



city:&nbsp; what’s the goddamn point? 

all of it reborn and smoldering 

your citroëns your rock and roll 

footlights shine in the gutter 

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; what’s going on?

the presses cannot stop 

extra extra extra 

magazine once sold is old 

news cycles recycled 

herds of soap operas 

clone clone clone



point-blank
city 

electric shock every day 

for days months years 

to break – bang big – down 

in a final implosion

we’re powerless to format 

billions of bytes 

trillions of cathode rays 

into any clear expression 



&nbsp;city: what’s the point?

excess thing violence smoke

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; body riddled with bits 

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; body riddled with bits 

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; body riddled with bits 





&nbsp; 

&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;O BEIJO



todo mundo precisa de
beijo

o ascensorista a
vitrinista

a judoca o playboy

o zagueiro o bombeiro
o hidrante



o hidrante precisa
também

de cuidados água farta

analgésicos e dinheiro



todo mundo precisa de
dinheiro

o maracanã o pavilhão
de são cristóvão

o cristo a pedra da
gávea os dois irmãos



quem não precisa de
dinheiro ?

todo mundo precisa de
beijo



THE KISS



everybody needs a kiss 

the guru the kangaroo

the don juan the ingénue 

the lineman the fireman the hydrant 



the hydrant also needs

care enough water 

painkillers and cash



everybody needs cash

the rhode island
philharmonic the arcade

the avon
cinema the coffee exchange

the roger
willians park zoo the brown 



who doesn’t need cash? 

everybody needs a kiss



……………………………………………………………………



&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;BE SAMPLE



o que se faz a pé

de carro se faz mais
rápido

o que grita ao olho

na tela se agiganta

o que passa na cabeça

ao sample se assemelha



be sample

who can be

i can be

you can be

simple

you can be

I can be

to be can be



sample in the jungle

simple like a window

simple like a window

simples como
um clips



sample in the rumble

simple like a needle

simple like a needle

simples como um níquel



…………………………………………………..



&nbsp;PALAVRA CORPO





a palavra vive no papel

com vírgulas hífens crases reticências

leva uma vida reclusa de carmelita descalça



o corpo aprendeu a ler na rua

com manchetes de jornais

jogadas na cara pelo vento

com gírias palavrões

zoando no ouvido

com gritos sussurros

impressos na pele



a palavra quer sair de si

a palavra quer cair no mundo

a palavra quer soar por aí

a palavra quer ir mais fundo

a palavra funda

a palavra quer

a palavra fala:

- eu quero um corpo !



&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; o corpo sabe letras
com gosto

de carne osso unha e gente

o corpo lê nas entrelinhas

o corpo conhece os sinais

o corpo não mente

o corpo quer dizer o que sabe

o corpo sabe

o corpo quer

o corpo diz:

- fala palavra !!!





&nbsp;WORD BODY



the word lives on paper

with commas, hyphens, contractions, reticence

it has the recluse life of a barefoot
nun



the body learnt to read on the
streets

with news headlines

thrown into its face by the wind

with slang, coarse words

buzzing in its ears

with cries and whispers

printed on its skin



the word wants to come out

the word wants to know the world

the word wants to sound

the word wants to go deep

the word founds

the word wants

the word speaks:

- I want a body !



&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; the body knows letters
with flavor

of flesh&nbsp; bone&nbsp;
nail&nbsp; and people

the body reads between the lines

the body knows the signs

the body doesn’t lie

the body wants to tell what it knows

the body knows

the body wants

the body says:

- speak, word !





&nbsp;RÁPIDO E RASTEIRO



vai ter uma festa

que eu vou dançar

até o sapato pedir pra parar.



aí eu paro

tiro o sapato

e danço o resto da vida.





FAST AND FURIOUS 

they're throwing a party 
and i'm gonna dance 
till my shoe begs me to stop 

then i'll stop
take that shoe off
and i'll dance for the rest of my life.



SONIDOS



when
B bóia

behind
clouds

among angelos

listening cosmicmonomusic



HB trança

as agúia põe fim à barafunda

abajourd hui na marmita

requentada nágua

doce dulce dá-se dócil

algas mágoas anáguas n’água

venga curtir uma onda

bit hit bass drums

dream
is now and then

traços
claros calmos 

carma man