Калинка

Калинка, калинка, калинка моя! В саду ягода малинка, малинка моя!

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Ах, под сосною, под зеленою, Спать положите вы меня! Ай-люли, люли, ай-люли, Спать положите вы меня.
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Калинка, калинка, калинка моя! В саду ягода малинка, малинка моя!
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Ах, сосенушка ты зеленая, Не шуми же надо мной! Ай-люли, люли, ай-люли, Не шуми же надо мной!
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Калинка, калинка, калинка моя! В саду ягода малинка, малинка моя!
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Ах, красавица, душа-девица, Полюби же ты меня! Ай-люли, люли, ай-люли, Полюби же ты меня!
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Калинка, калинка, калинка моя! В саду ягода малинка, малинка моя!

Tre(m)ble

we were seven

one went to bed early

one is getting drunk on ginger ale

two jumped out the window

Catrina

catrina's doves were passed on from hand to hand
to end up at the new farm, the dovecote of saint john

the dovecote of saint john, the little rose farm
my mother sent me to the spring but i broke the jug

my mother sent me to the spring in the peak of heat
i broke the jug giving water to my love

oh mother do not beat me, i am just a little girl
i have broken it and it is broken

i have broken the jug

Underwater

A água da chuva desce a ladeira.

É uma água ansiosa.

Faz lagos e rios pequenos, e cheira

A terra a ditosa.

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(Fernando Pessoa)

Menos zero negativos

agarrem-se
cá vamos nós

Gloom

for no reason but the pulsation of the night, i feel industrial. rust and grit were my crib and oily tweezers made me, now plastic hugs my shape and a price tag far too high hides my eyes. i am clockwork, even if broken.

(um dois um dois experiência

já vi que sei dizer o oposto

do que me parece

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Birmânia

não sei que te diga, fizeste-te encarnada como quem achou que agora é que é venha o toiro que lhe pego pelos cornos. veio o toiro mais os cornos e fez-te mais encarnada ainda. e ainda que esvoacem por aqui boas vontades, não há quem as encarne para poderem entrar sem limpar os pés, de bandeirola hasteada e um rubor santo nas bochechas mais o fatito e o chapelito e as meias justas até ao joelho - olé toiro olé, larga esses cordeiros que agora é comigo.
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não sei que te diga.

Lingo

(for Raimunda)

Oxford English Dictionary

Lingo n. (pl. -s or -es) colloq. 1 foreign language. 2 vocabulary of a special subject or group. [probably from Portuguese lingoa from Latin lingua tongue]

Snow White and the Chocolate Muffin

even as snow white opened the door, she was certain she would find the old lady with the apple standing on the porch again.

'i've told you before, evil queen, i'm not falling for the poisoned app'

but what she saw stopped her in her tracks. gleaming in the late afternoon sun, scores of chocolate muffins neatly arranged in a basket. held up to her by a beautiful young girl - blue eyes and red hair and freckles and all - who smiled the shiniest smile s.w. had ever seen.

'for you, madam. we live next door, my mom has just baked these delicious chocolate muffins to welcome you to the neighbourhood. and there's enough for the seven dwarves as well - we can only imagine how difficult it must be to make ends meet when you have eight mouths to feed everyday.'

'oh i don't know what to say, oh you shouldn't have, oh that's awfully sweet, oh they look positively scrumptious', s.w. muttered with teary eyes as she accepted the generous token. 'are they really chocolate, no funny mixtures? i have a very sensitive stomach, you see, my gastroenterologist says that's what keeps me this slender.'

and she grabbed one of the small round muffins from the basket, admiring its deep brown, its inviting glaze, its tempting chocolate chips.

'nothing but pure chocolate', the little girl replied, 'none of that cheap processed cocoa powder crap.'

in her rapture, s.w. failed to aprehend the hint of the girl's last word, surely unfitting her gracious innocent countenance - and in ecstasy sunk her newly polished teeth into the tender dough.

intense delight spread through every single nerve of her body, only to be chased by convulsion. nausea. both her hands covering her mouth, the muffins scattered all over the floor. back sliding down the doorpost. the whole world in a crazed spin. with her last remaining energy, s.w. searched for the little girl. but she was nowhere to be seen.

a pitch-dark voice echoed above the treetops the very moment s.w. lost consciousness.

'oh did i mention ricotta? i hope you're not lactose intolerant. muhwa. muhwahaha.'

The dead of night

in it there's often light.

Amsterdam Housing Inc.

you get what you can get, and we don't want to hear another word on the subject. we don't care if your landlady has left all the closets full of her underwear, it's not our business if the landlord wants you to pay for the 1957 oven that ceased to work, we couldn't be bothered if they hold you responsible for the asfixiation of their petunias, cold drafts or gas leaks aren't our problem. what were you expecting? incidentally, there's a waiting list of 5.218 poor bastards for this property. and my favourite cocktail is a Fuzzy Navel.

Uji

"Quem quiser tomar conhecimento com a planta de chá, nas melhores condições de prosperidade e em mais belas galas de aspecto pitoresco, tem de ir até Uji, distante quinze milhas de Quioto; escolhendo de preferência um dos primeiros dias de Maio, quando os rebentos novos começam vicejando, o que marca o início da faina da colheita.

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[...]

O quadro é deveras aprazível. Após uma banal estação de linha férrea, estende-se a cidadezinha garrida, com as suas vielas muito limpas e a fila de lojinhas abarrotada de vária mercancia.

Depois segue-se o rio, de águas límpidas e frescas, rico de tradições de glória; galga-se a ponte em arco, entra-se no bairro das chaias, dos hotéis, em tal quadra povoados de fregueses galhofeiros e de gentis mulheres, as gueichas, que cantam ou dedilham no inseparável chamicen;

e vêm depois os campos, vastos campos de chá a sucederem-se pelo horizonte fora, cuidados como jardins, em longos alinhamentos de arbustos, copados, arredondados, lembrando enormes manjericos, de delicada rama de um verde escuro bronzeado; no azul distante, alguns famosos templos se recortam."

Wenceslau de Moraes, O culto do chá (1905)

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