Friday, February 11, 2011

#441

(image by crazy-phake)


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.


27 comments:

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

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

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  4. So true of so many people, very well written.

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

    Pamela

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  6. 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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  7. 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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  8. I like this very much Kenia. So well noticed, so true.

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

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  10. 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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  11. precisamos. precisamos, sim.

    lindo poema!

    beijos

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

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

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  14. I agree. Fill every moment with creativity.

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  15. 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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  16. Lindo *.*

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

    Grande Beijo!

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  17. That last line left me smiling, but thoughtful

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  18. Excellent - I recognize those feelings!

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  19. 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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  20. um achado poético! adorei!
    um abraço

    fátima queiroz

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

    Beijos.

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  22. 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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  23. 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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