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