Noiva com asas

They're gathered in circles the lamps light their faces The crescent moon rocks in the sky The poets of drumming keep heartbeats suspended The smoke swirls up and then it dies Would you like my mask? would you like my mirror? cries the man in the shadowing hood You can look at yourself you can look at each other or you can look at the face of your god The stories are woven and fortunes are told The truth is measured by the weight of your gold The magic lies scattered on rugs on the ground Faith is conjured in the night market's sound Would you like my mask? would you like my mirror? cries the man in the shadowing hood You can look at yourself you can look at each other or you can look at the face of your god The lessons are written on parchments of paper They're carried by horse from the river Nile says the shadowy voice In the firelight, the cobra is casting the flame a winsome smile Would you like my mask? would you like my mirror? cries the man in the shadowing...

Carpe diem quam minimum credula postero Tu ne quaesieris, scire nefas, quem mihi, quem tibi finem di dederint, Leuconoe, nec Babylonios temptaris numeros. ut melius, quidquid erit, pati. seu pluris hiemes seu tribuit Iuppiter ultimam, quae nunc oppositis debilitat pumicibus mare Tyrrhenum: sapias, vina liques et spatio brevi spem longam reseces. dum loquimur, fugerit invida aetas: carpe diem quam minimum credula postero. Colhe o dia, confia o mínimo no amanhã Não pergunte, saber é proibido, o fim que os deuses darão a mim ou a si, Leuconoe, com os adivinhos da Babilônia não brinque. É melhor apenas lidar com o que se cruza no teu caminho Se muitos invernos Júpiter te dará ou se este é o último, que agora bate nas rochas da praia com as ondas do mar Tirreno: seja sábio, beba o seu vinho e para o curto prazo reescale as suas esperanças. Mesmo enquanto falamos, o tempo ciumento está fugindo de nós. Colhe o dia, confia o mínimo no amanhã. Odes" (I,, 11.8) do poeta romano Horácio (65 ...