The Tale of Ragnar’s Sons

In Sigurd’s snake eye one could see
back to when his father, the king
drew his last breath
and this Earth he left
with a riddle of death:

“How the little piggies will grunt
when they hear how the old boar suffered”
said he
Words mistaken for those of an old fool
for an old fool he taught himself to be
but how could a fool’s last words affront
the high lords of the rich lands across the sea? Continuar a ler The Tale of Ragnar’s Sons


Sem ar

Ouço-te respirar sofregamente,

o ar não te chega,

não tem lugar.

Escondes a tua dor,

e no silencio,

o monstro cresce,

sufoca-te devagar.

Procuro o teu olhar triste,

encontro incompreensão. Continuar a ler Sem ar