Friday, June 10, 2011

#475

(image by Alan Geddan)

Há vinte e cinco anos
eu construía cabanas
com cobertores e lençóis
e vivia dentro delas
toda vez que não conseguia
entender o mundo.

O que eu faço agora?


Twenty-five years ago
I'd build blanket forts
and live inside them
whenever I couldn't
understand the world.

What should I do now?



6 comments:

  1. Fabulous, Kenia. I recommend you go ahead and build another fort, and hang out there just for a day. The safe seclusion may prove meditative, curative, right.

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  2. Love this Kenia, I've felt like that too! :-)

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  3. Yes, Kenia, build a fort: one without gates or walls or a drawbridge. People will ask: "May we enter?" and you will answer: "You may." "Where do we enter?" Where don't you?"

    Hugs
    Andreas

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  4. Don't try to understand it; love it instead. That's what people should do who can't understand the world.

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