Thursday, March 24, 2011

#450


Os dias inacabados amontoam-se
na minha janela
os dias em que abracei o silêncio
até que passassem por mim
até que eu passasse por eles
de olhos fechados
tateando paredes
no escuro.


Unfinished days drift at my window
days when I embraced silence
until they had gone past me
until I had gone past them
with my eyes closed
groping for walls
in the dark.





(posted to Big Tent Poetry)

12 comments:

  1. Olhos fechados estão alheios aos limites.
    Onde não se enxerga o fim há sempre mais a ser perseguido!
    Abraço!

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  2. Os dias nunca terminam... Adorei o poema. Abraços, Adriana

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  3. Lovely poem. I like the
    "with my eyes closed
    groping for walls
    in the dark."

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  4. Once again, Kenia, lovely in both languages.

    Pamela

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  5. eyes closed. unfinished days still unfinished, still out there drifting along.
    sometimes all we can do is keep our eyes closed and hope for the best.

    take care, Kenia.

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  6. Lush, lovely, sad... a trifecta! well done.

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  7. A melancholy reflection on this blind man's journey we call life.

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