Hopes Swallows
As a child along summers,
I used to watch the flight of the Swallows
And I saw my hopes in them
That in a golden future I envisioned...
But autumn the sky was clear:
They flew over other places,
And watching them again in dreams, mirages,
So I waited their return...
By the turning of the wheels of destiny
I moved away from those little birds,
Along the coming and going of the seasons, misfortunes...
And now I realize, amidst distress,
That hopes, as well as swallows,
Many are gone and shall never return...
© Oriza Martins
Trad.Daiane da Silva
Love Stories (by Oriza Martins)
What are love stories? ...
Fountains gushing out passion
Rivers in profusion
Of tears that warm,
Meeting - or mute -
Appeals from the heart ...
Weeping, phrases, emotions,
Sighs, laughter, songs,
So many ingredients! ...
Each story has its color
Its aroma, its flavor,
So different sensations! ...
Surrender without shame
With tenderness, desire,
Along adventures or in pain ...
Dive with body and mind,
Experiencing intensely
Our love stories ...
And if these love stories
bring us unpleasantness,
Let’s love in essence...
Because love ennobles us,
For Love means
The lighthouse of existence ...
Even unmatched
Must also be experienced,
Without any resentment or contempt! ...
More important is the feeling,
For what really matters
Are love stories...
© Oriza Martins
Trad.Daiane da Silva
Love and Jealousy (by Oriza Martins)
Jealousy and love... complicated coexistence,
That troubles our lives,
And in our soul, the scars for disappointment.
If a little bit jealousy heats the flame
In excess this flame will certainly be spread
Dissent, disaffection, disunity.
Love means altruism,
But jealousy exceeds selfishness
That thrives in troubled hearts.
If love is based on trust,
Jealousy interrupts goodness
What brings happiness to the ones in love.
The saying goes that we shall sleep with eyes opened,
Especially when the loved one is not around,
And that we must trust... suspicious…
But to get rid of the pain of jealousy,
If we really wish to prove our love,
It is better trust... trusting!
Oriza Martins
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The heat of spring (Oriza Martins)
The heat of spring
Bloom the flambeaus,
Coloring the mornings,
Announcing a new age.
Spreads out beautifully
The noble mother nature:
It is the heat of spring!
Dating, the birds
Rebuild their nests,
They love themselves flying over the skies.
They are a beautiful example,
Beautifying the infinite
The offspring multiplied.
With such sky I fulfill myself
And I feel in heat
As the grass in splendor.
Following my road
I seek in a stop,
Someone to be my love!
Oriza Martins
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Love Stories
(From love poems by Oriza Martins)
Love Stories
What are love stories? ...
Fountains gushing out passion
Rivers in profusion
Of tears that warm,
Meeting - or mute -
Appeals from the heart ...
Weeping, phrases, emotions,
Sighs, laughter, songs,
So many ingredients! ...
Each story has its color
Its aroma, its flavor,
So different sensations! ...
Surrender without shame
With tenderness, desire,
Along adventures or in pain ...
Dive with body and mind,
Experiencing intensely
Our love stories ...
And if these love stories
bring us unpleasantness,
Let’s love in essence...
Because love ennobles us,
For Love means
The lighthouse of existence ...
Even unmatched
Must also be experienced,
Without any resentment or contempt! ...
More important is the feeling,
For what really matters
That they are love stories...
Oriza Martins
More love poems by Oriza Martins
What are love stories? ...
Fountains gushing out passion
Rivers in profusion
Of tears that warm,
Meeting - or mute -
Appeals from the heart ...
Weeping, phrases, emotions,
Sighs, laughter, songs,
So many ingredients! ...
Each story has its color
Its aroma, its flavor,
So different sensations! ...
Surrender without shame
With tenderness, desire,
Along adventures or in pain ...
Dive with body and mind,
Experiencing intensely
Our love stories ...
And if these love stories
bring us unpleasantness,
Let’s love in essence...
Because love ennobles us,
For Love means
The lighthouse of existence ...
Even unmatched
Must also be experienced,
Without any resentment or contempt! ...
More important is the feeling,
For what really matters
That they are love stories...
Oriza Martins
More love poems by Oriza Martins
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