Wednesday, October 13, 2010

#391

(image by Mario Cacic)

Às vezes
sinto que sou
só um homem de neve
num globo de vidro
perto demais da beirada da mesa.

Sometimes I feel
I am just a snowman
trapped in a glass globe
sitting too close to
the edge of the table.


(Originalmente publicado em O precipício no meio)
(Originally posted on O precipício no meio [The chasm in the middle])

20 comments:

  1. I love this sad but beautifully nostalgic impression...fantastic writing!!! :) April

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  2. Não precisa nada mais. Perfeito. E, claro, lembrei do Cidadão Kane, o globo rolando a escada, se não me falha a memória...

    Beijão.

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  3. I love your lines of fragility. I imagine the fine leaves you write them on far too delicate to be picked up by hands as rough as mine. Even eyes tread softly. This one, again, is beautiful, fragile and lonely. Thanks for sharing it Kenia

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  4. E tantos dias sinto bem mais do que isso.
    Quando tudo desaba e nos engole no tempo que passa.

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  5. dang...waiting on some absent minded hand...nice imagery...great one shot!

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  6. Lovely poem—so much stated in few lines!

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  7. I love how you have been able to say so much with so few words. Great job!

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  8. é o perigo que a escrita sustenta. achei ótimo!

    beijos.

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  9. me too!! I'm also feeling like sitting too close to the edge of the table :)

    fantastic work!!!

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  10. What is worse - to fall, or have your world violently shaken? Interesting One Shot, Kenia!

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  11. em verdade minha amada Kenia viver é perigoso ^^

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  12. I love the sentiment that is conveyed through a poem written in multiple languages. I can read spanish a bit - portuguese not at all.

    Please teach us at One Shot

    So grateful for the words that speak to us all.
    smiles from Moondustwriter

    Also we are having a competition that ends the 22nd of Oct. would love you to consider submitting a piece. If you submitted in two languages it would be printed up in both

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  13. a impotencia diante de algo me desestrutra.
    beijo!

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  14. Your work never seems to cease to amaze me Kenia what a marvellous sentiment and as always expertly crafted my friend.

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  15. this was amazing - such few words - such a depth of meaning..fantastic!

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  16. One of the best poems I've read this week - it joins "poembyninotaziz" (#80) in that regard - it's short, every word stunningly effective. Something we should all be striving for, as poets. :)

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  17. certos momentos nos lembram como é frágil o fio que nos liga aos outros e à vida...

    beijo!

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  18. Andei meio ausente por vários motivos, porém estou voltando

    abraços e aguardo sua visita no Rembrandt!

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  19. e ficar parado, nessas situações, é um tanto quanto fora de questão..

    bom que quebra o vidro, porque quem vive em pote de conserva é palmito do natal passado. ;D

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  20. Por vezes, esses são os momentos em que precisamos cair de facto, para nos reerguermos ainda mais fortes!
    Como sempre, belíssimo!

    Tudo de bom,

    Samuel Pimenta.

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