Sunday, April 10, 2011

#461

(image by Cyrine)

O fio da vida
amarrado ao meu dedo
a lembrar
que todos nós
somos momentos que passam.

The thin thread of life
tied in a bow
around my finger
to remind me we're the moment
passing by.



(yesterday's poem, which I didn't have time to post)
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11 comments:

  1. AliceApril 10, 2011 at 3:37 PM

    Fico a me perguntar se o bom é que passem mesmo.

    Um Beijo Kenia

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  2. Poeta da ColinaApril 10, 2011 at 6:37 PM

    Inevitavelmente efêmeros

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  3. Ana ClaraApril 10, 2011 at 11:05 PM

    "que todos nós somos momentos que passam"

    lindo! :*

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  4. Renata de Aragão LopesApril 11, 2011 at 1:24 AM

    Lindos o poema e a ilustração!

    É o que somos: provisórios.

    Beijo,
    Doce de Lira

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  5. PhotoDictionApril 11, 2011 at 2:46 PM

    Beautiful - love the summed up wisdom in such a short piece; almost as short as the length of thread that would fit on my finger.

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  6. Paul Andrew RussellApril 12, 2011 at 5:40 PM

    I like this, Kenia. :-)

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  7. nothingprofoundApril 12, 2011 at 7:50 PM

    Enchanting, Kenia! Absolutely enchanting! Such a simple and memorable image for so profound an insight.

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  8. MichelleApril 12, 2011 at 9:40 PM

    Que parte disso é tão complicada de entender??? Teimando em eternizar momentos...
    Beijo grande!

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  9. UnknownApril 13, 2011 at 12:20 PM

    Perfect little packet of wisdom

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  10. AnonymousApril 17, 2011 at 1:00 PM

    elegant, love it...

    :)

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  11. Talita PratesApril 18, 2011 at 1:06 PM

    Somos mesmo: apenas momentos que passam.

    =/

    Adoro tua poesia.

    Talita
    História da minha alma

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