Saturday, January 29, 2011

#434


(image by Quinn)


O amor
que é luz e viaja rápido
move a minha mão sobre o papel

Eu não vou mentir

minhas pernas ficam fracas
e eu caio
quando deveria me manter de pé.

Seus olhos
só eles
vêem através de mim
no chão.

Love
Which is light and travels fast
Moves my hand over the paper

I won’t lie

My legs go weak
I fall
When I should stand

Your eyes
And your eyes only
Allowed to see through me
On the floor.


13 comments:

  1. I see a hand moving across paper. Sunlight falling on it through the window. Writing poetry is an act of love.

    I so appreciate the vividness of this. A simple stillness. It's a quiet poem, if that makes any sense, and they are the best kind.

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  2. Nada melhor que deliciar-se na poesia!
    Beijos e lindo Blog.
    Cinthya

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  3. olhos que vêem através de nós...
    lindo!

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  4. "Your eyes
    And your eyes only
    Allowed to see through me
    On the floor"...

    beautiful verses..

    beautiful love true poem.

    =)

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  5. Lindos versos de um lindo coração...
    Que ama e sabe que o amor é luz!

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  6. Love that you have both languages in here... &the last 3verses in this was simply gorgeous. am glad our mutual twitter poets allowed me to find your words... xox

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  7. A wonderful poem! I love your writing!

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  8. Beautiful Kenia, I love it. :-)

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  9. E uma mão movida com amor só pode escrever coisas tão lindas!

    Um Beijo Kenia!

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  10. Muito intenso e bonito, Kenia!

    Beijinho.

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  11. This is beautiful, Kenia. I love it. MT

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