tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335858776148411072024-03-13T15:03:40.719-03:00Poesia TortaCrooked Poetry Crooked Poetry Crooked PoetryKenia Santoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12893148474912410033noreply@blogger.comBlogger475125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-333585877614841107.post-63578081086503538442016-02-09T10:30:00.001-02:002016-02-09T11:31:29.360-02:00#636<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Esta é novamente</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">uma língua</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">para dizer.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Volta dos mortos</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">sem estórias,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">mas pura; </span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">lambe velhas verdades</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">como a feridas</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">abertas</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">com melhorada </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">compreensão de </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">sensibilidade gustativa.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">(For the English version, visit <a href="http://anexerciseonexisting.blogspot.com.br/2016/02/dead-language-alive.html" target="_blank">An Exercise on Existing</a>)</span> </span></div>
Kenia Santoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12893148474912410033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-333585877614841107.post-80856987428136868442016-01-14T22:56:00.002-02:002016-02-09T09:51:48.298-02:00#635<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Tomei uma decisão importante:</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">seremos amigos,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">o tempo e eu.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Prometo paciência.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Prometo envelhecer</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">um ano de cada vez.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Prometo que te espero.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Hoje cansaço.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Hoje, o décimo quarto dia</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">das minhas férias e tenho</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">muito trabalho.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Guardo o choro.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Penso na minha primeira casa e</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">no quanto gostaria que você</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">tivesse uma cópia da chave.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Amanhã abrir a porta,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">gritar o teu nome,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">saber-te onde</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">descansar segura</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">meus sonhos</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">no teu peito.</span><br />
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(For the English version, visit <a href="http://anexerciseonexisting.blogspot.com.br/2016/01/the-fourteenth.html" target="_blank">An Exercise on Existing</a>)</div>
Kenia Santoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12893148474912410033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-333585877614841107.post-18897139621481263222015-06-10T17:33:00.004-03:002015-06-10T17:37:00.819-03:00#634<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Uma língua </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">feita de palavras perdidas.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Eu. Você. Sossego. </span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Enquanto você esteve fora,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">eu caminhei sozinha</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">de um pólo ao outro</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">do meu pequeno mundo,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">o coração escondido </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">onde niguém pudesse </span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">encontrá-lo, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">você o meu único </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">ponto fraco.</span><br />
<br />
<br />
A language<br />
made of<br />
lost words.<br />
<br />
You. I. Quiet.<br />
While you were away,<br />
I walked my little world<br />
<br />
from pole to pole by myself,<br />
hid my heart<br />
where no one else<br />
<br />
could find it,<br />
my only weakness,<br />
you. Kenia Santoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12893148474912410033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-333585877614841107.post-57303488247285948932014-03-18T10:09:00.001-03:002014-04-04T19:00:34.337-03:00#634<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Não era o meu desejo</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">que partisse sem resposta </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">ao soluço dos dias.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Contou-os todos com tanto cuidado.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Fez melhor uso </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">dos calendários </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">do que das manhãs,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">perdeu o riso </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">dos primeiros pássaros,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">manteve a distância segura de qualquer apego.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Os pés escreveram estradas de silêncio</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">pelas quais hoje segue,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">senhor de sua verdade e acertos.</span><br />
<br />
<br />
It wasn't my wish<br />
that he left without an answer<br />
to the hiccups of days.<br />
He counted them all so carefully.<br />
<br />
He made a better use of calendars<br />
than of mornings,<br />
he lost the laughter<br />
of the first birds,<br />
<br />
he kept safe distance from any attachment.<br />
His feet wrote roads of solitude<br />
along which he walks now<br />
a master of his truth and correction.Kenia Santoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12893148474912410033noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-333585877614841107.post-76427171515259368272014-01-31T09:25:00.000-02:002014-01-31T09:25:01.769-02:00#633<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Há qualquer peso sobre o que me dizes,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"> qualquer intenção além de ferir-me<br /> quebrar-me a mim<br /> e à minha alma em pedaços tão pequenos</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"> que não mais façam sentido juntas<br /> todas as partes.</span><br />
<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Incluem-se em mim<br /> uma a uma as tuas angústias<br /> ainda durmo enquanto sobe<br /> as tuas ladeiras<br /> nos meus sonhos<br /> vejo o teu percurso,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /> vejo-te afastando-se<br /> até perderem-se de mim<br /> os teus olhos</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"> até que não seja mais possível<br /> ver-te com esses olhos meus.</span><br />
<br />
There is any weight on these things you tell me<br />
any intention other than causing me to suffer,<br />
other than breaking me down<br />
and my soul<br />
in pieces so little<br />
they make no sense<br />
put back together.<br />
<br />
Your angst in contained in me<br />
I'm still asleep<br />
while you go up your hills<br />
in my dreams I see the path you make,<br />
<br />
I see you disappearing in the distance<br />
your eyes slowly losing me<br />
until I can't see you either<br />
with these eyes of mine.<br />
<br />
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Kenia Santoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12893148474912410033noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-333585877614841107.post-21022630548585622082014-01-08T23:44:00.003-02:002014-01-09T00:42:53.102-02:00#632<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Disseco os homens<br /> do meu passado<br /> para amá-los.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Olhando-os abertos, <br /> sangrando,<span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> consigo perdoá-los.</span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"> Abertos<br /> parecem humanos<br /> compreendo-lhes os motivos.</span><br />
<br />
I dissect <br />
the men of my past<br />
to love them.<br />
<br />
Looking at them open<br />
and bleeding<br />
I can forgive them.<br />
<br />
Open they look human.<br />
I understand their<br />
reasons.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(Shared on <a href="http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com.br/2014/01/poets-united-mid-week-motif-newness.html" target="_blank">Poets United</a>) </span></div>
Kenia Santoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12893148474912410033noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-333585877614841107.post-30482281922862657952014-01-01T19:38:00.000-02:002014-01-01T19:45:17.213-02:00#631<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Cinco segundos,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">tomar fôlego</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">e incluí-lo</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">nas minhas</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">horas.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Porque conhece</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">as coisas</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">que não digo</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">e rouba-me delas,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">esconde-as</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">onde não mais</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">seja possível</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">pensá-las</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: x-large;">empresta-me</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">a liberdade</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">em suas asas,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">quando retira</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">dos meus ombros</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">o peso das </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">palavras.</span><br />
<br />
<br />
Five seconds<br />
to catch my breath<br />
and to include him<br />
in my hours.<br />
<br />
Because he knows<br />
the things<br />
I don't say<br />
<br />
He steals me<br />
from them<br />
and hides them<br />
where they won't<br />
be thought of<br />
again.<br />
<br />
He lends me<br />
the freedom<br />
in his wings<br />
<br />
when he takes<br />
off my shoulders<br />
the weight of<br />
words.Kenia Santoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12893148474912410033noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-333585877614841107.post-37032531147978403212014-01-01T01:45:00.004-02:002014-01-01T02:02:43.148-02:00#630<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Na primeira hora </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">do Ano Novo</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">somos todos solitários</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">com sonhos soltos</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">iluminados pelos</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">fogos de artifício</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">e promessas repetidas</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">misturadas à vodka, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">choro e risos.</span><br />
<br />
In the first hour on<br />
New Year's Eve<br />
we're the lonely people<br />
<br />
with loose dreams<br />
brought to light<br />
by fireworks<br />
<br />
and recurring resolutions<br />
mixed to vodka, tears<br />
and laughter.Kenia Santoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12893148474912410033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-333585877614841107.post-55795917422718693982013-12-27T13:30:00.001-02:002013-12-27T13:30:55.510-02:00#629<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Em dezembro</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">abundante </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">em chuva</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">a cabeça</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">que abriga </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">monstros</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">nas</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">noites</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">escuras</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">lembra</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">as velhas</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">rezas.</span><br />
<br />
In December<br />
with the<br />
abundance of<br />
rainfall<br />
<br />
the head<br />
which<br />
shelters<br />
monsters<br />
<br />
all through<br />
the darkest<br />
nights<br />
<br />
remembers<br />
how to<br />
pray.Kenia Santoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12893148474912410033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-333585877614841107.post-43181598149244241122013-12-11T23:14:00.000-02:002013-12-11T23:14:15.166-02:00#628<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Essas palavras respiram</span><br />
<div>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">para te dizerem uma verdade.</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Foram escolhidas</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">entre todas as outras</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">porque têm o peso</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">e o tamanho certo</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">para suportarem o enrijecimento</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">imposto pelos anos</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">quer vivam escondidas em mim</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">ou caminhem livres pelo teu corpo.</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">A progressão da vida</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">pode render-lhes desgaste</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">mas hoje são tão claras</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">quanto quando ainda podia</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">lê-las diretamente na minha pele,</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">estendem-se diante dos teus olhos</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">tão honestas</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">quanto o universo.</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Amo-te,</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">eis a minha verdade</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">que existe voluntária e</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">independe do teu sim.</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Quando minhas palavras respiram,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">eu posso também.</span><br />
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
These words take a deep breath<br />
to tell you a truth.<br />
<br />
They've been chosen<br />
among all the others<br />
because they have the right<br />
weight and height<br />
<br />
to avoid the stiffening<br />
imposed by the passing of years<br />
either locked down inside me<br />
or moving freely along your body.<br />
<br />
Life's progress might<br />
wear them off<br />
<br />
<div>
but today they are as clear<br />
as before when you could still<br />
read them straight from my skin,<br />
<br />
they expand before your eyes<br />
and they do so in a way<br />
as honest as the universe.<br />
<br />
I love you,<br />
this is my truth<br />
it exists voluntarily<br />
and does not depend on<br />
your positive response.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
When my words breathe,<br />
I do too.<br />
<br /></div>
</div>
Kenia Santoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12893148474912410033noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-333585877614841107.post-35734346895609551202013-12-05T00:55:00.000-02:002013-12-05T00:55:11.657-02:00#627<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Das coisas presenteadas </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">ao abandono:</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">trinta noites de sono</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">no mês passado</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">um e-mail </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">não respondido</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">o pretérito imperfeito</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">do subjuntivo</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">a dor do último</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">abraço </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">ver-me</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">com teus olhos.</span><br />
<br />
Of things offered as gifts<br />
to abandonment:<br />
<br />
thirty nights of sleep<br />
last month<br />
<br />
a not responded<br />
e-mail<br />
<br />
the Subjunctive<br />
Imperfect Past<br />
<br />
the pain contained<br />
in our very last hug<br />
<br />
seeing myself<br />
through your eyes.<br />
<div>
<br /></div>
Kenia Santoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12893148474912410033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-333585877614841107.post-75822450031446675282013-11-26T00:35:00.003-02:002014-01-25T09:30:02.264-02:00#623<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Um dia sem o teu nome. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Ouvi Pedros e Bernardos, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Eduardos e Maurícios - </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Nenhuma trombeta.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Teus sons agora misturam-se à floresta:</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">o choro segue o curso manso do rio, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">o grito aguarda sob um barranco,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">o riso namora a copa de um medronheiro.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">É novembro, os dias são mais longos</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">espero-te nas horas claras,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">não me encontras.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Deito-me com o teu silêncio.</span><br />
<br />
A day without your name.<br />
I hear Peters, and Bernards,<br />
Edwards and Maurices<br />
but no trumpet.<br />
<br />
Your sounds are now part of the forest:<br />
your crying follows the quiet flow of the river,<br />
your scream is asleep down a gully,<br />
your laughter dreams about the top of a strawberry tree.<br />
<br />
It's November, days are longer<br />
I wait for you in the light hours,<br />
you don't find me.<br />
I go to bed with your silence.<br />
<div>
<br /></div>
Kenia Santoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12893148474912410033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-333585877614841107.post-37583007864651767102013-11-21T08:53:00.001-02:002013-11-21T08:53:46.158-02:00#622<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Aprendê-lo de ouvido.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Traçar a tua silhueta no ar</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">no lugar que costumava ocupar</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">à mesa.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Seguir as coordenadas </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">na tua voz</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">e sabê-lo </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">perto da janela.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Identificar os teus pontos cegos</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">enquanto se move pelo quarto</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">tropeçando em si mesmo,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">engolindo palavras que gostaria de</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">ter sabido,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">respirando afastamento</span>.<br />
<br />
<br />
of learning you<br />
by hearing<br />
<br />
of tracing your silhouette<br />
in the air<br />
on the place you used to occupy<br />
across from me at the table<br />
<div>
<br /></div>
to follow the coordinates<br />
on your voice<br />
and find you near the window<br />
<br />
discover your blind spots on the sound<br />
of you moving around<br />
the bedroom<br />
<br />
stumbling yourself<br />
munching words I'd like to have heard<br />
breathing separation.<br />
<br />Kenia Santoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12893148474912410033noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-333585877614841107.post-27386633402156823712013-10-26T23:07:00.000-02:002013-10-26T23:33:32.617-02:00#621<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Adormeço </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">cansada dos dias,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">de acreditar;</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">de ver estender-se </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">à minha volta </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">um abismo de tempo.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Quando estávamos juntos</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">o tempo nunca houve.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Enquanto explorava as minhas gavetas,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">enquanto descobria </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">os </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">espaços silenciosos da nossa varanda,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">enquanto você dormia,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">eu me perdi nas tuas horas.</span><br />
<div>
<br /></div>
<br />
I fall asleep<br />
too tired for another day,<br />
too tired to believe;<br />
<br />
to continue watching<br />
as an abyss of time<br />
extends in every direction<br />
around me.<br />
<br />
When we were together<br />
time was non-existent.<br />
<br />
While you were exploring my drawers<br />
or discovering silent spots in our yard,<br />
while you were sleeping<br />
<br />
I lost myself in your hours.<br />
<br />Kenia Santoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12893148474912410033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-333585877614841107.post-72583834378888461542013-10-23T10:56:00.000-02:002013-10-23T10:56:47.521-02:00#619<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Não se ocupe</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">dos espaços vazios</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">ou da maneira como coisas e pessoas </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">se movem suspensas</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">de um lado para o outro</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">na ausência de amor.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">O mundo fica tão vasto</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">que parece não mais ser possível </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">carregá-lo nos olhos</span><span style="font-size: x-large;">.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">O ar fica tão pesado que é </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">mais fácil permanecer imóvel</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">e aproveitar o silêncio.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Eis aqui um segredo:</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Um dia você acorda e </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">essas impressões terão caído por terra</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">e você caminhará entre elas</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">sem memória alguma </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">de como começaram,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">de como terminaram.</span><br />
<br />
<br />
Do not bother with the empty spaces<br />
and the way things and people move<br />
to and fro in suspension<br />
in the absence of love.<br />
<br />
<i>The world grows so vast<br />one can no longer carry it in the eyes,</i><br />
<br />
<i>The air grows so heavy<br />one would rather sit still </i><i>and use some silence,</i><br />
<br />
<div>
(Here's a secret:</div>
<div>
one morning you'll wake up,</div>
<div>
and these impressions will have fallen to the ground</div>
<div>
meaningless</div>
<div>
<div>
and you'll move through them with</div>
<div>
no memory of their ending or beginning.)</div>
</div>
Kenia Santoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12893148474912410033noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-333585877614841107.post-54398522922999758622013-10-22T11:48:00.001-02:002013-10-22T12:10:01.006-02:00#618<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">I.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Estou trabalhando no meu carma,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">fiz uma tatuagem no verão passado</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">- precisava de um mantra -</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">diz 'deixe ir'.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Ainda assim, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">não sou o Buda.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">II.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Essa noite chove muito,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">perco a Quadrântida.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Quantos desejos</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">são desejos demais </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">para alguém que só tem</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">nuvens?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">III.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Se eu sair desse lugar</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">algum dia,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">vou seguir o meu caminho</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">sabendo que você vive dentro</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">de uma dessas janelas </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">iluminadas no meio da noite.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Como descobrir a janela certa?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">IV.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Sinto imensamente a tua falta.</span><br />
<div>
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div>
<br />
I.<br />
<br />
Been working on my karma,<br />
got a tattoo last summer<br />
- I needed a mantra -<br />
it says 'let go';<br />
still, I am no Buddha.<br />
<br />
<br />
II.<br />
<br />
Tonight is pouring down,<br />
I'm losing the Quadrantids.<br />
How many wishes are<br />
too many wishes for someone<br />
who only has clouds?<br />
<br />
<br />
III.<br />
<br />
If I ever leave this place<br />
I'll walk my ways<br />
knowing you're inside<br />
one of the windows I'll cross.<br />
How can I guess the right one?<br />
<br />
<br />
IV.<br />
<br />
I miss you so bad.<br />
<br />
<br />Kenia Santoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12893148474912410033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-333585877614841107.post-69162443019230555752013-10-20T23:04:00.000-02:002013-10-20T23:04:07.156-02:00#617<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Queria dizer que</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">você não mais precisa</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">me empurrar.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Já está longe o suficiente</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">para ainda ter medo das minhas mãos</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">ou das minhas palavras,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">ou de sentir algo.</span><br />
<br />
<br />
I wanted to tell you<br />
You no longer have to<br />
push me away.<br />
<br />
you're far enough never again<br />
to fear my hands,<br />
or my words,<br />
<br />
or feeling anything.<br />
<br />Kenia Santoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12893148474912410033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-333585877614841107.post-91597391817849766362013-10-18T12:36:00.001-03:002013-10-18T12:36:43.859-03:00#616<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Meus olhos perdem o Norte.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">O coração aponta para o Sudoeste.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Onde você sobe e desce morros</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">de bicicleta </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">procurando a sombra das árvores</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">que são tuas, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">perdido em pensamento, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">solfejando uma música</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">que talvez eu conheça.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Começo a medir saudade </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">em quilômetros,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">a pensar a vida em rios,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">a estudar mapas para descobrir </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">quantas cidades nos separam,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">quantas estradas ainda nos unem.</span><br />
<br />
<br />
My eyes lose North.<br />
This heart now points to Southwest.<br />
<br />
Where you go up and down hills<br />
on a bike<br />
searching for the shade of your own trees<br />
lost in thought while<br />
humming a song I might know.<br />
<br />
I start to measure loneliness<br />
in kilometers<br />
to think of our lives as the lives of rivers,<br />
to study maps to discover<br />
how many cities there are between us,<br />
how many roads can bring us together.<br />
<br />Kenia Santoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12893148474912410033noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-333585877614841107.post-52288368112068067772013-10-12T02:22:00.001-03:002013-10-12T02:35:00.395-03:00#615<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">O que quer que eu ame,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">o destino rouba de mim</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">- além de cuidado,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">proximidade</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">e esse coração.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Minhas memórias, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">reduzidas a frases mínimas,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">eu as repito </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">para fingir que tive um passado,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">para fingir que tenho fé no futuro. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Quando não há pelo que esperar,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">vou para a cama chorando</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">e acordo líquida.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Atravessa-me</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">como um rio</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">a mudança.</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<div>
Whatever I love,<br />
destiny steals from me<br />
<br />
- and care, closeness,<br />
and this heart.<br />
<br />
My memories, reduced to<br />
minimalistic sentences,<br />
<br />
I repeat them to myself<br />
to pretend I had a past,<br />
<br />
to pretend I have some faith<br />
in the future.<br />
<br />
When I have nothing to wait for,<br />
I go to bed crying and wake up<br />
fluid.<br />
<br />
It flows through me<br />
like a river,<br />
change.</div>
Kenia Santoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12893148474912410033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-333585877614841107.post-25191249860433361152013-10-08T23:51:00.001-03:002013-10-08T23:51:58.158-03:00#614<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Como é que elas simplesmente</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">deixam tudo para trás, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">as nuvens?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Eu, que tanto aprecio </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">o toque impessoal do chão</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">sob os meus pés descalços,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">eu que tenho medo de altura,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">eu que não tenho asas:</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">A mão gentil do amor</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">me aproxima do céu</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">para me ensinar sobre queda.</span><br />
<div>
<br /></div>
<br />
How can they simply leave everything behind,<br />
the clouds?<br />
<br />
I who cherish the impersonal touch of the<br />
ground underneath my bare feet,<br />
I who am afraid of heights,<br />
I who have no wings:<br />
<br />
love's gentle hand <br />
carries me to heaven<br />
to teach me about falling.<br />
<br />Kenia Santoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12893148474912410033noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-333585877614841107.post-66018852964350076882013-10-05T20:52:00.001-03:002013-10-05T20:52:31.371-03:00#613<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Gosto de pensar</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">que haverá algum tipo de amor para mim</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">no fim do mundo</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">antes de tudo ficar tão quieto</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">e escuro </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">e não ser mais capaz de ver</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">a tua mão na minha ou</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">ouvir o meu coração no teu.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Há um momento entre perder </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">alguém no caminho </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">e descobrir que as perdas se repetem</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">em que me pergunto por que escrevo.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Porque escrevo o teu nome no ar,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">ele é levado pelo vento.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Não importa o meu lugar no universo,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">continuo aqui sozinha.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Porque quando for preciso </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">deixar para trás </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">o mundo que criamos,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">se decidir ficar com alguma lembrança minha,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">espero que seja isso.</span><br />
<br />
<br />
I want to believe<br />
there is some sort of<br />
love for me<br />
in the end of the world<br />
<br />
before everything goes<br />
so dark and silent that I can't<br />
see my hand in yours or<br />
hear your heart in mine.<br />
<br />
There is a moment between<br />
losing someone for the path<br />
and discovering that losses loop,<br />
I wonder why I write.<br />
<br />
Because I write your name in the air,<br />
the winds carries it away.<br />
No matter where I stand in the universe,<br />
I'm alone.<br />
<br />
Because when time comes<br />
to leave the world we invented behind,<br />
if there is anything about me you decide<br />
not to erase, I wish it's this.<br />
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<br />Kenia Santoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12893148474912410033noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-333585877614841107.post-65321845773526895952013-10-01T01:13:00.001-03:002013-10-01T01:13:23.733-03:00#611<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Preciso esquecer o teu cheiro</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">porque dois é demais para </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">carregar numa caixa.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Dois é muita gente para procurar</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">no meio de uma multidão.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Percam o teu toque, as minhas coisas,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">porque quando você for embora,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">nunca mais terão as tuas mãos</span><span style="font-size: x-large;">.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Dois é demais para me lembrar se tiver Alzheimer.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Dois é muita gente para colocar em poemas.</span></div>
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<br />
I must forget your smell<br />
because two is a lot of people to carry in a box.<br />
Two is a lot of people to search in the crowd.<br />
<br />
They must lose your touch,<br />
my things.<br />
for when you walk out the door,<br />
they will never again have your hands.<br />
<br />
two is a lot to remember in case I have Alzheimer's.<br />
Two is a lot of people to write in poems.Kenia Santoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12893148474912410033noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-333585877614841107.post-10474878680309993132013-09-24T12:45:00.001-03:002013-09-24T22:43:23.642-03:00#610<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Essa semana</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">tem o mesmo gosto ruim</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">de uma outra, num verão,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">quando eu tinha dez anos</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">e fiquei de castigo </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">por ter chutado um garoto</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">que torceu o meu braço </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">enquanto brincávamos</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">onde sabia que ele sentiria.</span><br />
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<br />
This week has the same bitter taste<br />
of another one<br />
<br />
in the summer when I was ten<br />
and I was grounded<br />
<br />
for kicking a boy who<br />
had hurt me while we were playing<br />
<br />
where I knew he would feel it.<br />
<br />Kenia Santoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12893148474912410033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-333585877614841107.post-64227962638285303122013-09-20T15:35:00.000-03:002013-09-20T15:47:12.782-03:00#609<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Na inquietação da tua ausência,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">o universo me ocupa</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">com perguntas</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">cujas respostas</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">não encontrarei sozinha.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Nos dias vazios e dormentes</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">todo mundo de repente tem</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">o teu nome -</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">um jogador de futebol </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">no jornal da noite,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">um garoto malcriado</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">no supermercado,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">um homem que </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">conserta guarda-chuvas </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">no centro da cidade.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Mas ninguém tem </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">o teu gosto,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">ou o teu timbre,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">ou o teu sossego.</span><br />
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<br />
In the uneasiness of<br />
your absence<br />
the universe keeps me busy<br />
with questions whose answers<br />
I won't find by myself.<br />
<br />
In the empty,<br />
numb days,<br />
everybody suddenly<br />
has your name -<br />
<br />
a soccer player in the ten o'clock news,<br />
a kid throwing a tantrum in the supermarket,<br />
a man who can fix umbrellas downtown.<br />
<br />
But nobody has your taste,<br />
or your timber,<br />
or your quietude.Kenia Santoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12893148474912410033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-333585877614841107.post-73975514178963166862013-09-18T00:31:00.000-03:002013-09-18T00:33:09.142-03:00#607<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Porque somos feitos</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">quase da mesma coisa,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">sabemos </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">o quanto </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">podemos machucar </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">um ao outro.</span><br />
<br />
Because we're made of<br />
pretty much the same stuff,<br />
we know how bad we can<br />
hurt each other.<br />
<br />Kenia Santoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12893148474912410033noreply@blogger.com1