O peso das coisas
imutáveis
inevitáveis
desgasta-me os ossos.
Quando nego-lhes a existência
ainda preciso de alívio
para a dor que infligem
ao meu corpo.
Fosse minha a escolha
teria sido concreto
mas foi o desejo de alguém
que fosse humano
- aceitei o desafio.
The weight of fixed
Unavoidable things
Wastes my bones
When I deny their existence
I still need drugs
To relieve the pain they inflict to my body
If I were to choose
I’d like to be made concrete
Was it someone else’s will
I was made human
- I take the challenge.
From the Series: Men, to Andy MacManis
My piece for both Sunday Scribblings and One Shot Wednesday over at One Stop Poetry
Ah, o peso das coisas...
ReplyDeleteTem selo pra você lá no blog!
Beijo
Muito legal, lembra as idéias de Nietzsche.
ReplyDeleteComo sempre, muito bom!
Grande abraço!
^^
queria ser bem humana e "desgastar" as palavras em muitos elogios para tua escrita e esse post maravilhoso, mas não encontro a concretude delas :) fotografia escolhida em bela conjunção com a poesia! lindo. abraços!
ReplyDeleteO grande segredo da vida: Aprender a conviver com "coisas" inevitáveis...
ReplyDeleteEles não usam black-tie e não entendem nada de poesia.
ReplyDeleteEles só sentem - e isso também é carismático.
Lindíssimo o poema. Achei muito momentâneo e pessoal...
Te encontro.
See you are strong...and brave...and I kinda wish I understood Spanish. Love to you my girl {{{mwahhhhh}} from Wales xxx
ReplyDeleteO que nos sofre é a prova que ainda se sente.
ReplyDeletee demasiado humano, não bastasse "humano"...
ReplyDeleteadoro vir aqui "pensar" contigo, Kenia.
adorei esse poema!
meu beijo.
Talita
História da minha alma
O peso das coisas imutáveis... nada mais angustiante...
ReplyDeleteFirst of all, I have to complement you on your beautiful blog. It's lovely, full of lovely words and beautiful pictures. It's gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteOk, the poem is deep. I had to read it several times and think about it. It sounds like the writer lives in physical pain and is questioning "why" but it doesn't matter because the writer is taking the challenge just to live and go on--without pity.
Well done.
chrisd from Sunday Scribbles
This speaks to me in a profound way.
ReplyDeleteI have tried to make myself stone. It has failed. My heart feels heavy in my chest sometimes. But it is all flesh, all flesh.
Alas, I don't speak Portuguese but I read this piece aloud, trying to emulate the sounds, and the music moves me ("ao meu corpo").
A aceitação dos desafios que nos são colocados é o primeiro passo para a libertação da nossa alma.
ReplyDeleteAdorei, como sempre.
Tudo de bom,
Samuel Pimenta.
Strong voice !! with bit of sadness .. But i like the last line ! total rocking !
ReplyDeleteOh my...these three lines draw you in...i am sure they are just as stunning in your language as they are in mine
ReplyDeleteThe weight of fixed
Unavoidable things
Wastes my bones
beautiful--thanks so much.
(beautifully sad, but I think you knew what i meant. you expressed yourself beautifully.)
ReplyDeleteHaunting. This makes me think of the tin man from the Wizard of Oz-- made of tin, not concrete, but when sometimes I've wished I could stop feeling, I realize it's what makes life worth living. The tin man might say be careful what you wish for.
ReplyDeleteParabéns pelo blog, e por cada verso que escreve aqui, são muito lindos!
ReplyDeleteBeijos.. =)