Friday, February 11, 2011

#441

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Preciso que a vida
seja mesmo agitada
para não ter tempo de
pensar nos espaços vazios.

Ou questionar as sombras nas paredes.

Ou terminar minhas frases.


I need life to be hectic
so I have no free time
to think about empty spaces.

Or question shadows on the walls.

Or finish sentences.


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27 comments:

  1. Tania regina ContreirasFebruary 11, 2011 at 9:51 AM

    Ah, Kenia, eu ponho reticências...e não termino nunca!
    Beijos,

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  2. nanFebruary 11, 2011 at 10:04 AM

    Wonderful! Nice work.

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  3. MarcantonioFebruary 11, 2011 at 11:02 AM

    Filosofar é fruto da inércia? Rs. Essa suspensão, essa epoquê não põe o mundo de parte, é um anti-cogito: movo-me, logo, existo!

    Formidável.

    Um beijo, Kenia.

    Ah se você não terminasse as suas frases! Quanto perderíamos...

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  4. UnknownFebruary 11, 2011 at 11:41 AM

    Também gostava de não pensar nos espaços vazios. Um abraço.

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  5. DeborahFebruary 11, 2011 at 12:07 PM

    So true of so many people, very well written.

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  6. flaubertFebruary 11, 2011 at 2:31 PM

    Kenia, a beautiful piece. Being busy does at
    times keep us distracted.

    Pamela

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  7. AndreasFebruary 11, 2011 at 3:37 PM

    Even though I've designed my life to be the opposite of what you write, still I understand the impulse. These are a few lines to make you think.

    Take care, friend.

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  8. Eileen T O'Neill .....February 11, 2011 at 3:54 PM

    A very nice poem which I suppose also confirms our discomfort with some shadows.
    Not allowing them to be seen......

    Best wishes, Eileen

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  9. AnonymousFebruary 11, 2011 at 4:20 PM

    I really enjoyed this poem.

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  10. SusannahFebruary 11, 2011 at 4:40 PM

    I like this very much Kenia. So well noticed, so true.

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  11. Laurie KolpFebruary 11, 2011 at 4:43 PM

    Short, sweet and true. I seem happier when I am busy!

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  12. Poeta da ColinaFebruary 11, 2011 at 9:30 PM

    Pensava assim, mas hoje, depois de uma semana que ditou meu respirar e me consumiu vontades, acredito que preciso do meu vazio.

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  13. ítalo pucciniFebruary 11, 2011 at 10:16 PM

    precisamos. precisamos, sim.

    lindo poema!

    beijos

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  14. RJ ClarkenFebruary 11, 2011 at 11:13 PM

    You really said so much - in such an inspired way!

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  15. gautami tripathyFebruary 12, 2011 at 1:21 AM

    Succinctly put!

    lined up...

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  16. EllaFebruary 12, 2011 at 2:02 AM

    Powerful and true, I liked your take on this prompt~

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  17. AnonymousFebruary 12, 2011 at 6:00 AM

    I agree. Fill every moment with creativity.

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  18. MelFebruary 12, 2011 at 9:59 AM

    There is a squiggle in the corner
    It is not a letter
    It is not a word
    It is barely a question mark.

    Yet it makes so much noise it renders eardrums
    Succumbed and pulls at the thread
    Of all you believed was real.





    xo

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  19. Gaby Lirie February 12, 2011 at 12:27 PM

    Lindo *.*

    Precisamos mesmo às vezes não pensar em nada, e deixar seguir.

    Grande Beijo!

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  20. barbaraFebruary 12, 2011 at 1:39 PM

    That last line left me smiling, but thoughtful

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  21. Paint PostsFebruary 12, 2011 at 2:28 PM

    ahahah finish senten....

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  22. Tumblewords:February 12, 2011 at 4:10 PM

    Excellent - I recognize those feelings!

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  23. AnonymousFebruary 13, 2011 at 1:44 AM

    This is so true, especially when there is something deeper we don't yet want to deal with! I enjoyed this poem.

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  24. rua do mundoFebruary 13, 2011 at 8:25 AM

    um achado poético! adorei!
    um abraço

    fátima queiroz

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  25. Erick B.February 15, 2011 at 10:09 PM

    Ou melancolia é uma palavra estranha,
    ou usamos dicionários diferentes.

    Beijos.

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  26. AnonymousFebruary 16, 2011 at 8:12 AM

    Great Kenia! You pack so much into 26 words. The whole of the modern world in fact. Great writing.
    Peace to you and everyone who hears/reads your poem.
    Andrew

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  27. Gemma WisemanFebruary 26, 2011 at 8:09 PM

    As if in being hectic, the more unsavoury elements of life are squashed and silenced for awhile! An enchanting but dark melancholy underlines these words! Beautifully crafted!

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