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Kenia Santos
Sci-Fi geek. Book nerd. Crooked poet. Art enthusiast. Comics dork. Board game buff. Full time thinker. Weekend photographer. Cinephile. Free spirit. Friendly soul. Fat kid.
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No craziness, no genius
Paéz Vilaró
"Suponho que me entender não é uma questão de inteligência e sim de sentir..."
│"I suppose that understanding who I am is not a matter of intelligence but feeling..."│(Clarice Lispector)
Monday, May 30, 2011
#472
(image by
Taylor
)
Não vou dizer
que caminho
você deve tomar
Viemos até aqui
de mãos dadas
O que
vai nos separar?
Talvez o seu coração,
talvez o meu.
I won't tell you
which way to take
we've come this far
holding each other's hand
what is it that will
tear us apart?
Maybe your heart,
maybe mine.
Friday, May 27, 2011
Loop
The rain is gone
the sky clears
I've been left alone.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
#471
(image by
Travis
)
O coração de leão
revelou-se frágil
ao som quase
inaudível
do amor que
se esconde atrás
do caos nas grandes
cidades.
escuta, pois quando
ele se move
cantam os galhos
mais altos das árvores
escuta, amor
as palavras que sussurro
nos ouvidos do universo --
sempre espero que cheguem aos seus.
The Lion heart
revealed itself fragile
when it listened to
the nearly inaudible
love
hidden behind
the chaos in the big cities.
Listen,
for when love moves
the highest tree branches
will sing.
Listen my dear,
the words I've whispered
to the ears of the universe --
I really wished them to reach you.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
#470
(image by
Jennie
)
de olhos fechados
seguro o meu coração
no escuro
a canção que você ensinou
nos meus ouvidos e
lábios
eu a repito
como uma oração
um mantra
eu me perderia fácil
não fosse
pela sua mão.
eyes closed I hold
my heart in the dark
the song you've
taught me to sing
on my ears and lips
I repeat it
a prayer, a mantra
I'd get easily lost
if it wasn't
for your hand in mine.
(To
Gui
)
Saturday, May 21, 2011
#469
(image by
Ariadna Vicente
)
Meio coração
e um plano de fuga --
Manhã fria
partimos antes do
nascer do sol.
(A luz nos encontrará
na metade do caminho.)
Half a heart
and a plan
to runaway with you
-- cold morning we leave
before the sunrise.
(light meets us
halfway destination.)
(Posted to
Poets United
)
Fear
Mon Petit Prince,
I speak of love
and how scary it is
to know you can lose it
to the fragile existence.
Monday, May 16, 2011
#468
(image by
Dan Pham
)
Um silêncio inesperado
vem viver em mim
às vésperas do meu aniversário.
Eu me afasto do mundo
deliberadamente
-
mas minhas mãos ainda vasculham
o vazio em busca do humano.
O ar frio de junho
entrará pelo meus pulmões
antes de encontrar as velas no bolo
-
O que devo pedir?
(Eu só quero
um sonho
que encontre o céu.)
I grow
unplannedly silent
as my birthday approaches.
I've deliberately grown apart
-
still I touch the void
in search of human contact
.
The cold air of June
will visit my lungs
before it meets the candles
- what should I wish for?
(All I want
a dream which
will meet the sky.)
(posted to
One Shot Wednesday
)
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Sitting
Don't you sometimes
miss someone
who'll sit
by your side and
ask no questions?
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
#467
(image by
Kottowa
)
É primavera
tenho sete anos
e estou no jardim
arrancando as asas das
joaninhas
para fazê-las ficarem.
It's spring
I'm seven
I'm in the garden
pulling off ladybugs' wings
so they stay.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Encounter
Shall we meet in a line?
Words on your lips
or mine?
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Don't take me for granted
If you leave me
alone,
I may
get used to
your absence.
(Don't take me for granted)
Monday, May 2, 2011
#465
(image by
Agata
)
A manhã me acorda
porque
nunca fecho as janelas.
Se aproxima silenciosa
e beija os meus olhos
exatamente como gostaria
que você fizesse.
Morning wakes me up
Because I never close
the windows
it sneaks inside and kisses my eyes
the way I’d like you to do.
Balance
Love has one kind of beauty
For those who stand on it
And another for those who fall.
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