Monday, December 5, 2011

#520


(image by Simon)

Cresci um centímetro hoje
antes da entrada do sol
em sagitário
e todas as surpresas.

Fechei os olhos e num único fôlego
desejei ver as pessoas mais devagar,
desejei ser eu mesma e vê-las
em retratos daguerreótipos.

Contei os anos
nos tijolos nas minhas paredes:
elas estão caindo
e ainda não consigo tocar meus sonhos
- mas estou crescendo.


I grew up a centimeter
at some point today,
between the sun
entering saggitarius
and the surprises.

I closed my eyes and on a lungful of air
I wished not to see people so fast,
to be myself and see them as they are,
in daguerreotype portraits.

I counted years
in the bricks of my walls:
they're falling down,
I still can't touch my dreams
- but I'm growing up.



Posted to dVerse


14 comments:

  1. always, your mind stretches up into the most astounding places.

    xo
    erin

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  2. Só sei dizer que este poema é maravilhoso.
    Uma construção diária e sempre cuidada.

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  3. Just beautiful, Kenia..the incremental growth to maturity, second by second, when we'd far rather remain innocent and young.

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  4. Every line of this was a delicious treat for my mind!

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  5. Eis um belo presente, muito belo. Crescemos algumas vivências e aprendizados por ano

    beijo

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  6. nice...dreams will come...just keep growing...interesting with the bricks coming down...

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  7. So true as we grow our desires do as well. Oh and technically you are taller when you wake up then when you go to sleep..haha

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  8. I like how you put Sagittarius and surprises together, and the idea that how we really are is in daguerreotypes (a beautiful mouthful of a word).

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  9. A creative take on growing up..your opening lines are specially interesting ~

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  10. Kenia, I think I am already 'grown up' and I still cannot touch my dreams. They are always just out of reach. I think they are even for the very old too. That is why they are dreams. Your poem was good, thought provoking. They always are!

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  11. Beautiful lyricism in this poem. No need to grow up too fast, nor reach one's dreams.

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