Preciso que a vida
so I have no free time
to think about empty spaces.

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Você é a metade inteira do sorriso estampado em rostos.
Você é o laço laçado entre a felicidade e a vida.
Você é o sorriso encantador das crianças.
É a luz, poesia e vento.
A musa, a mãe, minha amiga encantada.
É o verso escrito,
Torto e brilhante.
É inesperada e criativa.
O asterisco feliz e curioso.
A estrela e um livro de coração gigante e
Inquietante.
(por Luiza, do Palavras ao Vento)
Da torre pós-Babel,
ilusoriamente
torta,
a alma livre
lambe a paisagem extensa
com a língua duplicada:
sentimento e razão.
(por Marcantonio, do Diário Extrovertido)
the city hosts them all
in the depths
busy – between the tall dark handsome – institutions
they climb to find the desk with their name
becoming so successful
at hiding
their shadows.
.
like an addict
they hide it
from each other
mostly from themselves
never truly successful
at disobeying its demands
all obsessive compulsives
now in socially acceptable ways
.
some brave souls
walk their shadows in the park
where the bright sun mocks
but feels warm somewhat
sensing moments of comfort
when they visit her
.
for this is where she dances
unafraid of hers
she paints her shadow
in bright colours
and speaks to it
like a friend
unafraid
they used to think her crazy
now she offers to paint
their shadows also
one day they will.
(by Andrew Phillips, from Pied Hill Prawns)


Ah, Kenia, eu ponho reticências...e não termino nunca!
ReplyDeleteBeijos,
Wonderful! Nice work.
ReplyDeleteFilosofar é fruto da inércia? Rs. Essa suspensão, essa epoquê não põe o mundo de parte, é um anti-cogito: movo-me, logo, existo!
ReplyDeleteFormidável.
Um beijo, Kenia.
Ah se você não terminasse as suas frases! Quanto perderíamos...
Também gostava de não pensar nos espaços vazios. Um abraço.
ReplyDeleteSo true of so many people, very well written.
ReplyDeleteKenia, a beautiful piece. Being busy does at
ReplyDeletetimes keep us distracted.
Pamela
Even though I've designed my life to be the opposite of what you write, still I understand the impulse. These are a few lines to make you think.
ReplyDeleteTake care, friend.
A very nice poem which I suppose also confirms our discomfort with some shadows.
ReplyDeleteNot allowing them to be seen......
Best wishes, Eileen
I really enjoyed this poem.
ReplyDeleteI like this very much Kenia. So well noticed, so true.
ReplyDeleteShort, sweet and true. I seem happier when I am busy!
ReplyDeletePensava assim, mas hoje, depois de uma semana que ditou meu respirar e me consumiu vontades, acredito que preciso do meu vazio.
ReplyDeleteprecisamos. precisamos, sim.
ReplyDeletelindo poema!
beijos
You really said so much - in such an inspired way!
ReplyDeleteSuccinctly put!
ReplyDeletelined up...
Powerful and true, I liked your take on this prompt~
ReplyDeleteI agree. Fill every moment with creativity.
ReplyDeleteThere is a squiggle in the corner
ReplyDeleteIt is not a letter
It is not a word
It is barely a question mark.
Yet it makes so much noise it renders eardrums
Succumbed and pulls at the thread
Of all you believed was real.
xo
Lindo *.*
ReplyDeletePrecisamos mesmo às vezes não pensar em nada, e deixar seguir.
Grande Beijo!
That last line left me smiling, but thoughtful
ReplyDeleteahahah finish senten....
ReplyDeleteExcellent - I recognize those feelings!
ReplyDeleteThis is so true, especially when there is something deeper we don't yet want to deal with! I enjoyed this poem.
ReplyDeleteum achado poético! adorei!
ReplyDeleteum abraço
fátima queiroz
Ou melancolia é uma palavra estranha,
ReplyDeleteou usamos dicionários diferentes.
Beijos.
Great Kenia! You pack so much into 26 words. The whole of the modern world in fact. Great writing.
ReplyDeletePeace to you and everyone who hears/reads your poem.
Andrew
As if in being hectic, the more unsavoury elements of life are squashed and silenced for awhile! An enchanting but dark melancholy underlines these words! Beautifully crafted!
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