Tuesday, February 1, 2011

#438

(image by Andy Macmanis)

Eu observo
rostos na multidão
e penso sobre eles,
sempre penso sobre eles.

Quando eu descobri
que poderia me machucar
eu me permiti amar
apesar das decepções:

medo
nunca me deixaria
mais forte.


I have scanned
every face in the crowd
wondering,
always wondering.

Once
I learned anyone could hurt me
I allowed myself to love
in spite of
disappointments:

fear
can't make me
any stronger.



(my piece for One Shot Wednesday over at One Stop Poetry)
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22 comments:

  1. Brian MillerFebruary 1, 2011 at 8:37 PM

    nice...fear will rob us of those moments if we allow the hurt to hold us...nice one shot

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  2. Tania regina ContreirasFebruary 1, 2011 at 8:46 PM

    A força e a beleza anônima....gosto disso também. Belo!
    Beijos,

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  3. Short PoemsFebruary 1, 2011 at 8:53 PM

    Wow really great write, love it :)

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  4. Lídia BorgesFebruary 1, 2011 at 9:06 PM

    Pior que a decepção é a ausência do amor. Assim, concordo com a sua "filosofia"

    Um beijo

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  5. MaryFebruary 1, 2011 at 9:07 PM

    This is a strong poem with a message. I have heard that one should feel the fear and do it (whatever it is) anyway. I am not sure that I believe fear makes one stronger though. I think that is a platitude people use to make themselves feel better.

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  6. hedgewitchFebruary 1, 2011 at 9:24 PM

    Straight to the heart of the matter, kenia, with sure and firm steps."...Once
    I learned anyone could hurt me/I allowed myself to love..." <- Loved that line.

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  7. Paul Andrew RussellFebruary 1, 2011 at 9:45 PM

    Very nice, Kenia.

    ...'fear
    can't make me
    any stronger.'

    ...but it can certainly make us weaker.

    One of my favourite movie lines is:

    'Embrace the horror..' Steve Buscemi in Armageddon.

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  8. flaubertFebruary 1, 2011 at 9:56 PM

    Kenia the last stanza speaks volumes, excellent poem.
    Pamela

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  9. florFebruary 1, 2011 at 10:16 PM

    a gente sempre ama mais depois das decepções. :D aprendemos com elas.

    Eu gosto de você, Kenia.

    beijoos

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  10. JuliaFebruary 1, 2011 at 10:17 PM

    Em compensação as decepções
    se não nos matam
    mais fortes é tudo que nos tornam


    Beijos, querida!

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  11. RJ ClarkenFebruary 1, 2011 at 10:19 PM

    What a statement! There is great strength to be derived from just one reading of your poem! I must read it again.

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  12. dustusFebruary 1, 2011 at 10:45 PM

    Final stanza really hits home. Great poem.

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  13. BeachannyFebruary 1, 2011 at 11:34 PM

    I agree with Adam. The last stanza is strongest but for the first time I thought this might have more layers if I were reading the original. So much is hinted at in English, but we are left thinking, what else is between these lines. Excellent you can do what you do.
    Thank you. Gay @beachanny

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  14. signed...bkmFebruary 2, 2011 at 12:52 AM

    Last stanza is wonderful...emotion spills through your work....Belo!....bkm

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  15. MontyFebruary 2, 2011 at 1:59 AM

    so much truth in this, cris, especially that final stanza. I read and reread this and likely will again :)

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  16. UnknownFebruary 2, 2011 at 2:41 AM

    I could not agree more!

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  17. AndreasFebruary 2, 2011 at 9:01 AM

    "in spite of" is key. Very insightful. Fear - it's really frightening what it can do to us.
    It's interesting: when we look into the eyes of another and see menace we feel fear, but when we see fear in those eyes we feel compassion.

    Be well, Kenia.

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  18. AnonymousFebruary 2, 2011 at 2:05 PM

    i love this !! totally inspiring :)

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  19. OliviaFebruary 2, 2011 at 2:14 PM

    very well said- that's exactly how it goes.. :)
    Thanks for sharing this- well written..

    Love xx

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  20. MarcantonioFebruary 2, 2011 at 7:11 PM

    Considerando-se aquela frase (de tão citada, já gasta)de Nietzsche, se o medo nos impede de tentar nos torna mais fracos. Rostos na multidão... É tanto que também penso sobre eles/eu.

    Beijo, Kenia.

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  21. AnonymousFebruary 2, 2011 at 7:36 PM

    Profound and well stated.

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  22. Steve IsaakFebruary 7, 2011 at 6:20 PM

    Wise work - I relate to this a lot, being someone who's a focused-on-writing-24/7 writer who can't stand being around people for long.

    Ideas don't talk too much, have mood swings, or otherwise surprise you (usually, anyways) - people usually do.

    Wonderful, as your work constantly is.

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