(image by Burçin Esin)
Eu grito com o silêncio,
ele me ignora.
Deitamos juntos no sofá,
estou cansada.
Ele se coloca sobre mim
como um cobertor.
- na primavera me sufoca,
no inverno esconde o meu desamparo.
Isso é o mais perto do amor
que tenho estado.
I yell at silence,
it ignores me.
We lay together on the sofa,
I'm exhausted,
it covers me like a blanket
- in the spring it's suffocating,
in the winter it hides my hopelessness.
It's the closest of love I've been to these days.
(Posted to Thursday Think Thank at Poets United)
You have my empathy :S But the darkest feelings sometimes give birth to the most wonderful words: "I yell at silence. It ignores me."
ReplyDeleteA touch of mystery...this love.
ReplyDeleteThis makes me sad for the poem's character. She deservse--we all deserve-- closer to love than that.
ReplyDeleteThis makes me sad for the poem's character. She deserves -- we all deserver -- closer to love than that.
ReplyDeleteI totally understand that !
ReplyDeleteSilence has been my love lately :)
I so relate - one of the best relationships I ever had was with a couch. Hee hee. But dont worry - you are young - it all will happen!!
ReplyDeleteSilence is a lonely lover, indeed...keep yelling at it to go away and free up your heart for real love...:)
ReplyDeleteLynette
Imagination Lane
Silence is golden at times...your perception is grand....loved your piece xo
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