sábado, 3 de novembro de 2007

Alaskan Verses - Sonnet # 9

For centuries, we've killed whales
What a killing, what a suffering
It was a bad dream, that is my felling
That man hunted them, but your grandson loves the whales

The meat, we used to eat
The oil, we used to turn on the lights and to build the our house
The whaling was like to hunt mouse
to stop whaling is to meet them close to our feet

Be in Alaska and in the world
They were born to be wild
The sea is a teasure and the whales are like gold

Just ourselves can save them
Because the whale is innocent child
They might be holly and this chain may not be broken

sexta-feira, 26 de outubro de 2007

Alaskan Verses - Sonnet # 8





When I spent the night, there was a 100-year-old man
He told me good stories when he was younger
He was a brave whaler, no wonder he was one of the stronger
He showed some pictures of the hunted whale by those men

He talked to me when he ever traveled to hunt whales
He's ever seen the nicest and the biggest star
Polaris, a big yellow star that helps you go so far
this senior man used to hunt and his memory never fails

When I just looked at big picture
I've been shocked when I saw all the dead whales
because they killed them by pleasure

In those years, the whaling was really a blood leak
Everything in the whale was used, but the killing was terrible
Thanks for prohibiting the whaling 'cause the world is sick

sábado, 6 de outubro de 2007

Alaskan Verses - Sonnet # 7

Like all the boats are full of fish
The fisherman are coming to see his mother
They were taking out the nets from the water
They were tired, but the jorney didn't finish

Their families haven't seen them so long
but they know these men loves the sea
They are brave and you also can be
they are storytellers and they are strong

Back to Homer, all the boats was returning
Good or bad, it's worth it a lot
Then everybody are grilling the fish and it's all burning

So I spent the night at the old man's house
in that cold day, the fire of the fireplace keeps hot
He was a whale hunter and there was some pictures in the whole house

sexta-feira, 5 de outubro de 2007

Alaskan Verses - Sonnet # 6

On board, I've seen a whale
that sailors and the fisherman are impressed
and they are just looking a the whales and they aren't embarrassed
they were hypnotize and the hypnosis didn't fail

When that whale that went up to the surface
It shows us what's to live
and we share the same space with us ans we must believe
The whale is a mirror of our conscience when we look at our face

The whale that we're seen
Nature, you're always blessed and It has been wonderful
At the sea and ground, the nature touches on the skin

Though the nature is so nice
The nature is fragile, so we must preserve and we are faithful
to keep it alive, we have to think twice

Alaskan Verses - Sonnet # 5

These unkown seas, here with the fisherman
At the Bering Sea, America and Asia is so close
To be a fisherman, you have to be strong and wise
and the sea offers much things to Alaskan men

We only see the water arond us
whose the waters offers all the seafood
and all the storms that we have stood
Underwater is all the seafood that feed us

Thor, Don't bring any storms during the trip
For several months, we've seen our wives and children
and we've been spending the time fishing on board this ship

Our lives are fragile and precious
Beacuse we can't be beaten
I didn't wash Thor was furious

sexta-feira, 28 de setembro de 2007

Alaskan Verses - Sonnet # 4





Leaving from Anchorage riding a horse
going to Homer in a unkown road
I see the sea where the fishermen had the fish sold
Where the fishermen were like those men on the gold race

Alaska, your people and the sea
that link is really unbreakable
Be a fisherman if you're able
Throw the net on the water and the fish that you see

I got in the boat whith them and saw something
appearing a big whale underwater
Oh, fisherman, you're the Sea's King

It was a big whale passing us by
Oh, my Holly Nature, we ought to be our lover
'Cos you are fragile that I make you cry

sábado, 22 de setembro de 2007

Alaskan Verses - Sonnet # 3


In some streets of Fairbanks, There I've been
There was a man walking heading to the bar
He was an Indian that comes from too far
and he gave me a wood eagle, so I thank him

Through this calm town, There is forest behind
When the ice melts, the rivers arises suddenly
So there is a fishes and the bears catch quickly
Fairbanks, that's the city, that's Alaska in my mind

Freya, Alaska is the midnight sun land
so I had looked at sky who became purple
Returning to Anchorage by train with a clover in my hand

In the sky, the sun only sets after 2 a.m.
At night, I shrank myself in the tent like a turtle
But suddenly, I see the aurora where I am

sábado, 15 de setembro de 2007

Alaskan Verses - Sonnet # 2


Alaska, land of mystey and portliness
From the nice forests to the South
and the white deserts to the North
From eskimos smiley faces only bring the hapiness

I was an Aleut's spirit who came down from Earth as a poet
I was an Eskimo who traveled with my dogs and I told good stories
And I was a Russian who conquered this land and I had some victories
Alaska, this is my place where I can believe as a prophet

If you were born here, If you lived here
I'd live whth you and your friends
To spend this winter not to freeze my tear

Alaska, you makes me get younger
Your rivers flows when the winter ends
Like a Warrior, I have to get stronger

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terça-feira, 11 de setembro de 2007

Alaskan Verses - Sonnet # 1


In this wonderful land is always in good hands
Volcanoes are hot, but the ice walls are cold
The people have stories to told
This nice land, the stories never ends

Through this land, it'd gotten the men here
Fifty thousand years, there was an ice bridge
In a farther time, we were at the Ice Age
The wiseman told me how they got here

Those mountains, Odin lives in the top
He's wise, it had sacarificed your eye
Your thought power does not stop

Alaska, the last frontier, that's covered by the snow
In the blue flag, I see the Great Dipper in the sky
When the ice melts, the rivers begins to flow