A palavra que me move 
é a mesma que me paralisa - 
A vida dificilmente explica a si mesma.
Suportamos a sombra da noite
porque confiamos no nascer de um novo dia.
O movimento natural do universo
ensina que a efemeridade 
é a única coisa persistente. 
The word that makes me move
is the same word that keeps me still -
life hardly explains itself.
We face the shadow of the night
waiting for a new day to come.
The natural movement of the universe
teaches that ephemerity is the only
persistent thing. 
Friday, December 4, 2009
#204
Marcadores:
Human beings,
Life,
Movement,
Silence,
Wheel of life
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Ahh minha linda...
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Léia
You have a real talent for putting such beautiful pictures with your poems. I love this poem too.
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