PRÊMIO IVAN JUNQUEIRA

 CONCURSO DE LIVROS DE POESIA DA ACADEMIA CARIOCA DE    LETRAS DE 2013 - PRÊMIO IVAN JUNQUEIRA

O PRIMEIRO LUGAR COUBE AO LIVRO ARÍETE DE RICARDO VIEIRA LIMA

PORTO (IN)SEGURO

AT THE HARBOUR ( Michael Dunford/ Betty Thatcher)

Out the daybreak to the sun

Seas are drifting glass

The tides were turning into the storm

Winds were moving fast

Women waiting at the harbour

Silent stand around

Weather storms another day

For men the sea had found

Fishermen were laying nets

The barrels spread the bait

The seagulls warningg echoed round

Winds that wouldn't wait

People gathered at the harbour

Waiting for the tide

Eyes are closed against the spray

And tears they cannot hide

Hulls were creaking crashing sails

Rains were slating down

The oilskins flapping, decks awash

Slanting turning round

Thunder roaring at the harbour

Women drawn in fear

Huddle up to wait the time

And pray the sky will clear

Howling winds and the raging waves

Cracked upon the boats

And torn from safety, torn from life

Men with little hope

Ghostly echoes at the harbour

Whispering of death

Women weeping holding hands

Of those they still have left

Chorus:

Shadows falling at the harbour

Women stand around

Weather storms another way

For men the sea have drowned

Saveiros (Nelson Motta)

Nem bem a noite terminou
Vão os saveiros para o mar
Levam no dia que amanhece
As mesmas esperanças
Do dia que passou
Quantos partiram de manhã
Quem sabe quantos vão voltar
Só quando o sol descansar
E se os ventos deixarem
Os barcos vão chegar
Quantas histórias pra contar
Em cada vela que aparece
Um canto de alegria
De quem venceu o mar

   Faça a comparação entre as duas letras, que têm o mesmo tema.  

LOU REED, THAT OLD MAN

My Old Man

Lou Reed

When I was a young boy in Brooklyn
Going to public school
During recess in the concrete playground
They lined us up by twos
In alphabetical order, Reagan, Reed and Russo
I still remember the names
And stickball and stoopball
Were the only games that we played
And I wanted to be like my old man
I wanted to grow up just like my old man
I wanted to be like my old man
I wanted to dress like
I wanted to be just like
I wanted to act like my old man
I wanted to be like
I wanted to act like
I wanted to be just like my old man

And then like everyone else I started to grow
And I didn't want to be like my father anymore
I was sick if his bullying
And having to hide under a desk on the floor
And when he beat my mother
It made me so mad I could choke
And I didn't want to be like my old man
I didn't even want to look like my old man
I didn't even want to seem like my old man

A son watches his father
Being cruel to his mother
And makes a vow to return only when
He is so much richer
In every way so much bigger
That the old man will never hit anyone again

Like my old man X4

And can you believe what he said to me
He said, "Lou, act like a man"
Why don't you act just like a man
Act like your daddy
Act like a man
Why don't you act like a man
Like your old man

Like my old man

     Nesta letra, vemos a afirmação e a negação se misturarem, de forma que você não saiba exatamente

se é uma ou se é outra, ou se são as duas. Não há a ironia de "Mirem-se nestas mulheres de Atenas", verso que nega por meio da afirmativa. Aqui nesta letra, mais direta e narrativa, repleta de marcas temporais (when, during, then), observemos o valor do imperativo, que, por coincidência (?) aparece em Father and son (mais de uma vez neste blog). O imperativo, ele sim é irônico, pois exprime um desejo ou uma ordem,

sabendo, de antemão, que ocorrerá a inversão.      

Marcus Vinicius Quiroga