Monday, March 7, 2011

#447

(image by Jysla Kay)

Compro revistas velhas
e faço delas estrelas
para o meu teto,
dou-lhes nomes simpáticos.

Eu escrevi palavras
que não irão muito longe.

Mas a pequena porção de céu
que eu tenho no meu quarto
pendurada em seu silêncio
observa curiosa o meu
tecer de sonhos

Eu teço sonhos
e dou de presente às estrelas.


I buy old magazines
and cut them into stars
I stick them to the ceiling
and call them friends.

Words I have written
that won't do much.

But the tiny portion of sky
in my bedroom
it hangs there in silence
and watches as I
weave dreams

I weave dreams
and give them to stars.



Posted to One Shot Wednesday at One Stop Poetry

23 comments:

  1. Adorei, em especial: "Eu teço sonhos e dou de presente as estrelas"

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  2. This is beautiful! 'I weave dreams and give them to the stars' ~ I love that ~ a fabulous write :)

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  3. A porção que nos é única e particular.

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  4. Mesmo uma mínima porção do céu traz consigo a beleza do sagrado.

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  5. Absolutely beautiful Kenia, I'm sure the stars will send you back love in droves!

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  6. you make the stars then give your dreams to them...and call them friends...there is beauty in this but also a sadness..

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  7. Kenia, I love this and those last two lines
    are gorgeous.

    Pamela

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  8. I have to agree with Brian--great beauty in the simplicity of this life picture, but also great sadness. 'Friends' is just a word that won't do much...a beautiful, moving, excellent poem.

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  9. Weaving dreams and giving them to the stars...and the cutting of old magazines...and calling them friends...these images are friends and are always willing to listen to your dreams..I love the images here Kenia...thank you..bkm

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  10. And the beauty of it is that even if friends resemble paper magazine cut-outs, you still want to share your dreams with them.

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  11. This beautiful all over....just a dreamy thoughtful piece of writing...

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  12. very clever...enjoyed the thought of laying there looking up..cheers

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  13. uma maravilha este poema. perfeitamente encaixados os versos. amei!

    beijos.

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  14. So you're the star, and the sky, fake or otherwise, is full of the sleepless. They look to you for dreams. Beautiful as usual, Kenia!

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  15. Amo esse espaço.:)

    Eu escrevi palavras
    que não irão muito longe. *****mas são elas que nos fazem ficar distantes...

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  16. I suppose that is what we all do...

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  17. Blacklight posters, beaded curtains and a strobe strutting up and down the stage with Mick or bouncing with the four boys from Liverpool. Now I scan my Jerry Garcia calender for my next appointment. Sweet dreams.

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  18. Olá

    Passeando te encontrei e amei tudo o que vi e li!

    Lindos versos. Eu também teço sonhos...

    Parabéns pelo espaço tão lindo!

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  19. I love the images here and the sentiments are beautifully expressed.

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  20. Beautiful! I love the ending especially. The stars, though small, adorn the fabric of our dreams and they make them even more magical.

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