Sunday, March 27, 2011

#451

(image by Dimitar Misev)

Quase palavras
as coisas que os seus olhos
disseram aos meus.

Elas poderiam
ter nos feito em pedaços
ou ter nos unido pra sempre.

Foi por pouco.



Nearly words
the things your eyes said
to mine.

They could have
broken us into small pieces
or brought us together for good.

It was close.


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19 comments:

  1. gautami tripathyMarch 27, 2011 at 2:29 PM

    It was close. I like....!!

    limitless space

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  2. SusannahMarch 27, 2011 at 2:43 PM

    I like this very much. :-)

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  3. Bradley HowingtonMarch 27, 2011 at 2:56 PM

    Great poem, Kenia! You are always writing compelling poems. :)

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  4. AndreasMarch 27, 2011 at 3:30 PM

    i find the notion of "nearly words" fascinating.

    to be made one or to be broken into many pieces. it's always close, always a fine line.

    wonderful, Kenia!

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  5. AnonymousMarch 27, 2011 at 5:20 PM

    Oh, I do so love this, Kenia (even in translation, it's simply beautiful) - your words, and the spaces between them, touch me deeply. Thank you

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  6. LisaMarch 27, 2011 at 5:40 PM

    Beautiful words. I love the way they look inyour language. Almost more beautiful then in my native language. Thanks for the post.

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  7. Paul Andrew RussellMarch 27, 2011 at 6:53 PM

    Beautiful writing. :-)

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  8. KhaalidahMarch 27, 2011 at 7:29 PM

    This poem contains so much wisdom and honesty that i had to read them over and over again. Everything about this is alive and challenging and radiant. I am moved to speechlessness.

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  9. Old EggMarch 27, 2011 at 8:03 PM

    I quite like those what if situations, when a meaningful glance conjures up a host of possibilities thankfully broken by circumstance. A great poem.

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  10. Ana ClaraMarch 27, 2011 at 8:52 PM

    Adoro essas quase palavras e odeio-as ao mesmo tempo.

    Linda como sempre.

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  11. Gian Le FouMarch 27, 2011 at 9:21 PM

    Uma das poesias mais intrigantes que já li =)


    Beijos!

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  12. Maya QuaresmaMarch 27, 2011 at 9:42 PM

    Gosto bastante do que você escreve.
    É muito agradável visitar seu blog e ler seus poemas! =)

    Quase palavras. Elas podem salvar pessoas, ou destroçar corações. Post intrigante e profundo.

    Beijos.

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  13. Talita PratesMarch 27, 2011 at 10:57 PM

    Lembrei-me de Lya Luft dizendo:

    "Ambivalentes como nós, palavras preparam armadilhas ou abrem portas de sedução.
    Embalam ou derrubam,
    enredam em doces laços,
    ou nos matam dolorosamente – como punhais."

    Gostei muito do poema, Kenia.

    Um beijo,

    Talita
    História da minha alma

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  14. Cynthia MMarch 28, 2011 at 3:52 AM

    I love the brevity and upbeat narration of this piece...so well written :)

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  15. MerylMarch 28, 2011 at 12:22 PM

    Beautiful play on "nearly" LOVED it. Thank you.
    Meryl
    http://departingthetext.blogspot.com

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  16. Poeta da ColinaMarch 28, 2011 at 7:06 PM

    Quem sabe foram feitos pro agora, e não para o sempre. Já é alguma coisa.

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  17. nothingprofoundMarch 29, 2011 at 10:03 AM

    Wonderful, Kenia! Love is always a risk-everything depends on whether you're willing to take it.

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  18. Hyde Park Poetry PalaceMarch 30, 2011 at 11:49 AM

    divine words.
    keep inspiring..
    :)

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  19. AnonymousMarch 31, 2011 at 4:09 PM

    Ha ! you brerak my heart with your emotions !!
    Bless you :)

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