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Penedos, Dead Almond tree... HFF
A MENINA DA PRAIA
A menina da praia, que nunca quis acreditar naquela de o povo ter sido criado por algum deus para servir o bem estar dos ricos e que no além teriam a devida recompensa, lutou com o que tinha ao seu alcance contra tal fatalidade. Mas…
…Que resta do latifúndio, além da recordação da fome, do chicote do encarregado e da solidariedade criada pelos sonhos de alimentos proibidos?
Eiras rendidas ao joio, moinhos decepados agora palacetes para pombos e morcegos, fornos frios, alfaias enferrujadas, casas e montes desmoronando se.
Idosos, a quem tudo se negou, muito se lhes prometeu depois e pouco se lhes deu, caminhando com a dignidade dos que sempre trabalharam e nada devem ao suor de outrem…
…e os outros, sempre os mesmos ou, mais bem, os seus herdeiros, com cara de quem todos lhes devem e ninguém lhes paga.
Entre cerros e barrancos as estevas retomam os seus direitos naturais, disputando o solo aos pinheiros mansos que tal verrugas desfigurando o monte Alentejano só trazem lagartas urticantes aos pobres e subsídios aos que agora recebem para não mais produzir.
Foi para isso que lutámos?
Quem se lixa é sempre o Zé, boa pessoa, costas prematuramente corcundas pelo hábito de as vergar, boca desdentada e esse fatalismo, esse fatalismo… e no entanto tanta dignidade na aceitação da sorte madrasta!
Sentado numa pedra, apoiando se no cajado, o olhar sereno e embaciado pela vista que já vai baixa, não acreditando mais em quaisquer promessas deste mundo ou de mundos vindouros, o Zé aproveita a paz do dia que acaba, fazendo recuar a hora do recolher. A seu lado vem sentar-se a menina da praia, figurinha seca com a cabeça coberta pela cinza das cãs, de mansinho saca do alforge uma bucha que reparte com o Zé e a sua canita, mastigam em comunhão com o silencio do campo, há sentimentos que não se compartem com palavras.
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THE GIRL FROM THE BEACH
The girl from the beach, who never wanted to believe that the people were created by any god to serve the welfare of the rich and that in the afterlife they would have their due reward, fought with everything in her power against such a fatality. But...
...What remains of the latifundium, apart from the memory of hunger, the whip of the foreman and the solidarity created by dreams of forbidden food?
Threshing floors surrendered to the weeds, mills chopped down now palaces for pigeons and bats, cold ovens, rusty tools, crumbling houses and hills.
Elderly people to whom everything was denied, much was promised and little was given, walking with the dignity of those who have always worked and owe nothing to the sweat of others...
...and the others, always the same ones or, better, their heirs, with the face of those to whom others owe them everything and nobody pays them.
Between hills and ravines, the rockroses take back their natural rights, disputing the soil with the pines that, like warts disfiguring the Alentejo hillside, bring only stinging caterpillars to the poor and subsidies to those who now receive them not to cultivate wheat.
Is this what we fought for?
It's always Zé who gets screwed, a good person, a back prematurely hunchbacked by the habit of bending it, a toothless mouth and that fatalism, that fatalism... and yet so much dignity in the acceptance of the bad luck!
Sitting on a rock, leaning on his cane, his gaze serene and blurred by the low view, no longer believing in any promises of this world or of the world to come, Zé takes advantage of the peace of the day that is ending, pushing back the curfew. Beside him sits the girl from the beach, a dry figure with her ash colour hair, gently taking from her bag a chouriça that she shares with Zé and his dog, they chew in communion with the silence of the fields; there are feelings that cannot be shared with words.
Portuguese version written by me a few years ago, translated to English by deepl... not so expressive as the original one...
Translate into English
A menina da praia, que nunca quis acreditar naquela de o povo ter sido criado por algum deus para servir o bem estar dos ricos e que no além teriam a devida recompensa, lutou com o que tinha ao seu alcance contra tal fatalidade. Mas…
…Que resta do latifúndio, além da recordação da fome, do chicote do encarregado e da solidariedade criada pelos sonhos de alimentos proibidos?
Eiras rendidas ao joio, moinhos decepados agora palacetes para pombos e morcegos, fornos frios, alfaias enferrujadas, casas e montes desmoronando se.
Idosos, a quem tudo se negou, muito se lhes prometeu depois e pouco se lhes deu, caminhando com a dignidade dos que sempre trabalharam e nada devem ao suor de outrem…
…e os outros, sempre os mesmos ou, mais bem, os seus herdeiros, com cara de quem todos lhes devem e ninguém lhes paga.
Entre cerros e barrancos as estevas retomam os seus direitos naturais, disputando o solo aos pinheiros mansos que tal verrugas desfigurando o monte Alentejano só trazem lagartas urticantes aos pobres e subsídios aos que agora recebem para não mais produzir.
Foi para isso que lutámos?
Quem se lixa é sempre o Zé, boa pessoa, costas prematuramente corcundas pelo hábito de as vergar, boca desdentada e esse fatalismo, esse fatalismo… e no entanto tanta dignidade na aceitação da sorte madrasta!
Sentado numa pedra, apoiando se no cajado, o olhar sereno e embaciado pela vista que já vai baixa, não acreditando mais em quaisquer promessas deste mundo ou de mundos vindouros, o Zé aproveita a paz do dia que acaba, fazendo recuar a hora do recolher. A seu lado vem sentar-se a menina da praia, figurinha seca com a cabeça coberta pela cinza das cãs, de mansinho saca do alforge uma bucha que reparte com o Zé e a sua canita, mastigam em comunhão com o silencio do campo, há sentimentos que não se compartem com palavras.
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THE GIRL FROM THE BEACH
The girl from the beach, who never wanted to believe that the people were created by any god to serve the welfare of the rich and that in the afterlife they would have their due reward, fought with everything in her power against such a fatality. But...
...What remains of the latifundium, apart from the memory of hunger, the whip of the foreman and the solidarity created by dreams of forbidden food?
Threshing floors surrendered to the weeds, mills chopped down now palaces for pigeons and bats, cold ovens, rusty tools, crumbling houses and hills.
Elderly people to whom everything was denied, much was promised and little was given, walking with the dignity of those who have always worked and owe nothing to the sweat of others...
...and the others, always the same ones or, better, their heirs, with the face of those to whom others owe them everything and nobody pays them.
Between hills and ravines, the rockroses take back their natural rights, disputing the soil with the pines that, like warts disfiguring the Alentejo hillside, bring only stinging caterpillars to the poor and subsidies to those who now receive them not to cultivate wheat.
Is this what we fought for?
It's always Zé who gets screwed, a good person, a back prematurely hunchbacked by the habit of bending it, a toothless mouth and that fatalism, that fatalism... and yet so much dignity in the acceptance of the bad luck!
Sitting on a rock, leaning on his cane, his gaze serene and blurred by the low view, no longer believing in any promises of this world or of the world to come, Zé takes advantage of the peace of the day that is ending, pushing back the curfew. Beside him sits the girl from the beach, a dry figure with her ash colour hair, gently taking from her bag a chouriça that she shares with Zé and his dog, they chew in communion with the silence of the fields; there are feelings that cannot be shared with words.
Portuguese version written by me a few years ago, translated to English by deepl... not so expressive as the original one...
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Xata club has replied to Edna Edenkoben clubEdna Edenkoben club has replied to Xata clubAnd I learned in Brazil that Portuguese is very expressive (even more so when you speak it perfectly instead of me just getting the explanation about the language and some examples), more so than English...or perhaps in a differnt way.
Xata club has replied to Edna Edenkoben clubBrazilian is issued from Portuguese but it is not the same whatever they may say. They have many different words and similar words with a different meaning and they don't construct sentences the same way we do, use of verb tenses are different too...
For us it is a constant fight because as they are many more than us we are submerged, google is in Brazilian, if we type anything we have to use a trick to find the PT sites because all BR comes first... it is ...ggrrrrrrrr
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Btw - do I know the girl from the beach? ;-)
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David G Johnson club has replied to Xata clubWho or what is,. Zé... ?..... our dictionary shows '' no particular gender '' but Zé here in your story probably has a different meaning.
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DAS MÄDCHEN VOM STRAND
Das Mädchen vom Strand, das nie glauben wollte, dass die Menschen von irgendeinem Gott erschaffen wurden, um dem Wohl der Reichen zu dienen, und dass sie im Jenseits den ihnen gebührenden Lohn erhalten würden, kämpfte mit allem, was in ihrer Macht stand, gegen eine solche Fatalität. Aber ...
...Was bleibt vom Latifundium, außer der Erinnerung an den Hunger, die Peitsche des Vorarbeiters und die Solidarität, die durch Träume von verbotenen Speisen entsteht?
Dem Unkraut überlassene Dreschböden, abgerissene Mühlen, die nun Paläste für Tauben und Fledermäuse sind, kalte Öfen, rostige Werkzeuge, zerfallende Häuser und Hügel.
Ältere Menschen, denen alles verwehrt wurde, denen viel versprochen und wenig gegeben wurde, gehen mit der Würde derer, die immer gearbeitet haben und dem Schweiß der anderen nichts verdanken...
...und die anderen, immer dieselben oder besser ihre Erben, mit dem Gesicht derer, denen andere alles schulden und niemand sie bezahlt.
Zwischen Hügeln und Schluchten holen sich die Zistrosen ihre natürlichen Rechte zurück, indem sie den Kiefern den Boden streitig machen, die wie Warzen die Hänge des Alentejo verunstalten und den Armen nur stechende Raupen und denjenigen, die sie jetzt erhalten, Subventionen bringen, damit sie keinen Weizen anbauen.
Ist es das, wofür wir gekämpft haben?
Es ist immer Zé, der aufs Kreuz gelegt wird, ein guter Mensch, ein durch die Gewohnheit des Biegens vorzeitig gekrümmter Rücken, ein zahnloser Mund und dieser Fatalismus, dieser Fatalismus... und doch so viel Würde in der Akzeptanz des Unglücks!
Zé sitzt auf einem Felsen, stützt sich auf seinen Stock, sein Blick ist ruhig und verschwommen durch die niedrige Aussicht, er glaubt nicht mehr an die Verheißungen dieser oder der kommenden Welt und nutzt die Ruhe des zu Ende gehenden Tages, um die Ausgangssperre zu verschieben. Neben ihm sitzt das Mädchen vom Strand, eine trockene Gestalt mit aschfarbenem Haar, die sanft aus ihrer Tasche eine Chouriça nimmt, die sie mit Zé und seinem Hund teilt, sie kauen in Gemeinschaft mit der Stille der Felder; es gibt Gefühle, die man nicht mit Worten teilen kann.
Portugiesische Version, von mir vor einigen Jahren geschrieben, von deepl ins Englische übersetzt... nicht so ausdrucksstark wie das Original...
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Xata club has replied to Max Biobauer clubIn high school I used to write for the student newspaper but it was science fiction. I invented worlds to be or other dimensions, fan of Edgar Alan Poe, Orwell, and my favourite: Lovecraft... Unfortunately I lost those texts in a flood.
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