(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.
I see a hand moving across paper. Sunlight falling on it through the window. Writing poetry is an act of love.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
Nada melhor que deliciar-se na poesia!
ReplyDeleteBeijos e lindo Blog.
Cinthya
olhos que vêem através de nós...
ReplyDeletelindo!
"Your eyes
ReplyDeleteAnd your eyes only
Allowed to see through me
On the floor"...
beautiful verses..
beautiful love true poem.
=)
Lindos versos de um lindo coração...
ReplyDeleteQue ama e sabe que o amor é luz!
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
ReplyDeleteo amor atravessa com bela luz.
ReplyDeleteWonderful words!
ReplyDeleteA wonderful poem! I love your writing!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Kenia, I love it. :-)
ReplyDeleteE uma mão movida com amor só pode escrever coisas tão lindas!
ReplyDeleteUm Beijo Kenia!
Muito intenso e bonito, Kenia!
ReplyDeleteBeijinho.
This is beautiful, Kenia. I love it. MT
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