(Image by Erik Marcinkowski)
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)
Olhos fechados estão alheios aos limites.
ReplyDeleteOnde não se enxerga o fim há sempre mais a ser perseguido!
Abraço!
Os dias nunca terminam... Adorei o poema. Abraços, Adriana
ReplyDeleteLovely poem. I like the
ReplyDelete"with my eyes closed
groping for walls
in the dark."
Mas há algo do outro lado.
ReplyDeleteOnce again, Kenia, lovely in both languages.
ReplyDeletePamela
Brava!
ReplyDeleteThis is GOOD!
ReplyDeleteHere is mine:
homing
Excellent
ReplyDeleteeyes closed. unfinished days still unfinished, still out there drifting along.
ReplyDeletesometimes all we can do is keep our eyes closed and hope for the best.
take care, Kenia.
wonderful, gripping first line
ReplyDeleteLush, lovely, sad... a trifecta! well done.
ReplyDeleteA melancholy reflection on this blind man's journey we call life.
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