Monday, July 8, 2013

#579

(image by Stanislav Holý)


É como estar de volta
ao quintal onde cresci
entre bonecas e insetos.

Brinco na grama,
numa tarde quente,
persigo grilos.

Não os apanho.

It's like being
Back in the yard
Where I grew up
Amongst dolls and bugs.

I play on the grass,
In a hot afternoon,
I chase crickets.

I can’t catch them.

4 comments:

  1. This speaks of joy - the kind which remains unformed, uncomplicated and lives in the moment without further expectation.

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  2. Guarde um lugar para onde voltar....

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  3. kind of longing sad .. yet sweet ..

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