Tuesday, April 19, 2011

#463

(image by Vladmir Zivkovic)

Numa janela
em frente à minha
observo esse homem engraçado,
costuramos noites de insônia juntos.

Dividimos um pedido
a uma estrela cadente certa vez
e fatias de bolo,
lágrimas em capítulos dramáticos
de livros bobos.

Uma noite ele me viu
e soube tudo sobre mim
pelos desenhos que
às vezes deixo na vidraça.
Foi só um minuto,
e ele soube.



In a window facing mine
I watch this funny man
we sew sleepless nights together.

We've shared a wish upon a star once
and slices of cake,
tears over dramatic chapters
in weepy books.

The other night he saw me
and he got to know all about me
from the drawings I had left on the panes.
It took him just a minute.



(To my friend Erick, on the occasion of his birthday)

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25 comments:

  1. MontyApril 19, 2011 at 11:45 PM

    now that has quite a potential for erotic flavor :) that being said, your words paint a lovely image, cris. once more I leave smiling :)

    Monty

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  2. Brian MillerApril 20, 2011 at 12:36 AM

    ha. i like this...it only takes a minute, you sell yourself a bit short i believe...smiles.

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  3. L. MaitanApril 20, 2011 at 12:46 AM

    poesia do silêncio. do olhar. de abrir e fechar os olhos.

    gostei muito.

    (http://amorescronicos.blogspot.com)

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  4. UnknownApril 20, 2011 at 2:05 AM

    Um poema diferente e muito bonito.
    Os nossos momentos de silêncio cortados nos desenhos de uma janela.

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  5. LouiseApril 20, 2011 at 5:29 AM

    Beautiful small poem ~ loved it! Say's so much...

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  6. Celia na ItaliaApril 20, 2011 at 6:49 AM

    Incrível, me senti lendo seus pensamentos em frente a esta janela!

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  7. Poeta da ColinaApril 20, 2011 at 11:45 AM

    E há pessoas que passam a vida sem entender.

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  8. UnknownApril 20, 2011 at 2:36 PM

    I love this glimpse into a peek-a-boo relationship. How intimate it really is!

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  9. Carla DiacovApril 20, 2011 at 4:13 PM

    lindas baforadas no vidro!

    beijo!

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  10. ítalo pucciniApril 21, 2011 at 12:32 AM

    um minuto que às vezes é mais do que necessário, não é?

    muito bom voltar a este teu espaço.

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  11. Kristin @ MeanbeanApril 21, 2011 at 2:51 PM

    This is so beautiful! I love the images you paint with your words. You are so talented, dear girl!

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  12. na vinha do versoApril 23, 2011 at 11:25 AM

    Oi... seu blog - vidraça - é muito bom heim. Um minuto é pouco. Dá para passar horas aqui... e em ótima companhia.
    abs

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  13. Hyde Park Poetry PalaceApril 23, 2011 at 11:17 PM

    stunning...

    well done,

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  14. madhumakhiApril 24, 2011 at 11:46 AM

    You seem to have found a nice man. I'm happy for you.

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  15. MarianApril 24, 2011 at 12:21 PM

    oh beautiful!

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  16. Kerry O'ConnorApril 24, 2011 at 12:35 PM

    I like the idea of sewing sleepless nights together, and learning all there is to know about someone from the pictures they draw on misted glass. Very evocative.

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  17. Sherry Blue SkyApril 24, 2011 at 2:39 PM

    Beautiful. I love it!

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  18. Eileen T O'Neill .....April 24, 2011 at 4:46 PM

    A lovely poem with an insight into a very beautiful relationship!

    Eileen

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  19. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallApril 24, 2011 at 8:36 PM

    We've shared a wish upon a star once
    and slices of cake,
    tears over dramatic chapters
    in weepy books.

    your lines are truly impressive to me. poetic and stunning.
    :)

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  20. A.S.April 25, 2011 at 11:49 AM

    Gosto de te ler!...

    Beijos!
    AL

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  21. Paul Andrew RussellApril 25, 2011 at 1:45 PM

    What a beautiful piece of writing, Kenia, just lovely. :-)

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  22. Judy RoneyApril 27, 2011 at 8:46 AM

    I loved all the surprises like, "we sew sleepless nights together". Beautiful!

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  23. lucychiliApril 27, 2011 at 11:10 AM

    lovely imagery

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  24. AnonymousApril 27, 2011 at 11:19 PM

    história paralela com a de amelie e o homem de vidro!

    beijo querida.

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  25. Erick B.May 16, 2011 at 10:16 AM

    "What's in a name? That which we call a rose
    By any other name would smell as sweet."

    Window is a window is a window is a window.

    My perfect Shakespeare gift.

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