Wednesday, March 30, 2011

#452

(image by Burçin Esin)

Eu grito com o silêncio,
ele me ignora.

Deitamos juntos no sofá,
estou cansada.

Ele se coloca sobre mim
como um cobertor.

- na primavera me sufoca,
no inverno esconde o meu desamparo.

Isso é o mais perto do amor
que tenho estado.



I yell at silence,
it ignores me.

We lay together on the sofa,
I'm exhausted,

it covers me like a blanket

- in the spring it's suffocating,
in the winter it hides my hopelessness.

It's the closest of love I've been to these days.


(Posted to Thursday Think Thank at Poets United)

8 comments:

  1. You have my empathy :S But the darkest feelings sometimes give birth to the most wonderful words: "I yell at silence. It ignores me."

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  2. A touch of mystery...this love.

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  3. This makes me sad for the poem's character. She deservse--we all deserve-- closer to love than that.

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  4. This makes me sad for the poem's character. She deserves -- we all deserver -- closer to love than that.

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  5. I totally understand that !
    Silence has been my love lately :)

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  6. I so relate - one of the best relationships I ever had was with a couch. Hee hee. But dont worry - you are young - it all will happen!!

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  7. Silence is a lonely lover, indeed...keep yelling at it to go away and free up your heart for real love...:)

    Lynette
    Imagination Lane

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  8. Silence is golden at times...your perception is grand....loved your piece xo

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