Wednesday, January 8, 2014

#632

 (image by Jess Sands)

Disseco os homens
do meu passado
para amá-los.


Olhando-os abertos,
sangrando,
consigo perdoá-los.


Abertos
parecem humanos
compreendo-lhes os motivos.


I dissect 
the men of my past
to love them.

Looking at them open
and bleeding
I can forgive them.

Open they look human.
I understand their
reasons.

(Shared on Poets United)

12 comments:

  1. Nice to see you, Kenia. Sometimes, it seems, one can understand things even though one does not necessarily like the reasons.

    Hope to see you often here.

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  2. THIS is a very wise and compassionate poem. So happy to see you, feels like it's been a while. Hope you are doing wonderfully, kiddo!

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  3. Looking back, it's easier to understand and to see how we are all human on the inside. Not so easy when we are caught up in the emotions.

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  4. thoughtful and interesting poem... and an excellent way of dealing with something many of us carry...

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  5. There were a few I'd have liked to fix with an ax!

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  6. Ai, que lindo! Ai, que forte! Adorei!

    ; )

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  7. Perhaps it is the best we can do, is to understand...after all we are all trying to do our best, even them....

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  8. Now I am remembering one, and I think even he was trying to do his best, it is just that his best sucked!

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  9. A lovely poem.

    Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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  10. Sometimes its just so hard to look at them as humans! they are either larger than life heroes or monsters that feed on your soul!

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  11. sensacional.

    a árdua tarefa de conhecer profundamente só parece caber quando não cabe mais sentimento.

    é aí que se compreende, é aí que já se perdeu.

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