(House, by Rachel Whiteread - demolished in 1994)
Eu canto
aos bem vividos e
irrecuperáveis
dias comuns
inscritos no vazio
no vento
no meu rosto.
I sing to
the unrecoverable
well-spent
ordinary days
inscribed
in the void
in the wind
on my face.
Uma ode a cada um deles, para que transformem os outros dias por vir.
ReplyDeleteBeijo, flor.
Yes, those ordinary days are so important. We take them for granted.
ReplyDeleteDe tudo fica um pouco...
ReplyDeletebeijos, Kênia
Great expression of recalling the past from feeling through the lines, even the ones on the face. Love the way you wrote this poem.
ReplyDeleteOooh, I like that!
ReplyDeleteThis is great. Simple, elegant.
ReplyDelete"Inscribed in the void" wow that line alone in this poem really really is deeply profound. Your words, are wonderful. It brings a smile coming in here, something so strong in it for me, hard to describe. Very beautiful! ~April
ReplyDeleteirrecuperáveis dias comuns".. tenho que dar mais valor a eles ..
ReplyDeleteum grande abraço, Kênia.
Feeling of emptiness and a void - so well conveyed
ReplyDeleteNicely done
Dear Kenia
ReplyDeleteI have always enjoyed your words and this one is beautiful too... Thanks
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
Twitter: @VerseEveryDay
Blog: http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com
Os dias comuns sempre são irrecuperáveis e cantar é um forma de confortar a alma.
ReplyDeleteGostei muito
Beijos
It would be good to put these words on the side of the building pictured. Except it's gone...!
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