(image by stachelpferdchen)
A minha versão corajosa
com armadura completa
e espada em punho,
mataria os monstros que habitam
as sombras que as suas mãos
fazem quando se movem pelo papel,
a minha versão corajosa
- quer fossem tão altos quanto sequóias
ou tão concretos quanto moinhos de vento.
The brave-hearted me,
dressed up in shiny armor,
sword in hand,
would duel and slay
the monsters inhabiting
the shadows
your hand makes on paper
while you write,
the brave-hearted me.
It wouldn't mind them
being as tall as the tallest trees
or as concrete as windmills.
"Que os dragões sejam moinhos de vento...por amor as causas perdidas."
ReplyDeleteEsse monstros não conhecem o que é morrer. Eles parecem sempre, apenas, se esconder. E quem houve neste mundo que conseguisse derrubar os moinhos de vento?
ReplyDelete=/ Felizmente [ou não], de alguma maneira, eles permanecem.
We all have bravery within us. It expresses itself in different ways. And we all can be brave with our poetry....as you are!
ReplyDeleteÓtimo! tenho medo de que a minha versão corajosa jamais saia do papel... Por outro lado como saber? Só quando os meus adversários, os perigos, os monstros e as ameaças se tornarem tridimensionais. Talvez, então, eu invista contra eles em legítima defesa.
ReplyDeleteBeijo, Kenia.
I can only read it in the English - which is all I need to think this a wonderful poem!
ReplyDeleteBravery can come in many different ways, always different for everyone. Oh and my lines wouldn't go crooked..haha
ReplyDeleteI feel these words in my heart, my brave hearted kenia. Thanks for sharing them.
ReplyDeletemoving and so well fashioned - your poetry always stirs my cold heart - i love to read your delicate and really quite beautiful poetry
ReplyDeletesmiles. love the imagery in your verse...the monsters your hand shadows make on the paper as youwrite...and concrete windmills...smiles.
ReplyDeletebravery comes in many shapes and sizes and this poem comes in one beautiful size thanks for sharing
ReplyDeletehttp://gatelesspassage.com/2011/09/20/the-fait-of-our-lands/
I think your words are great similes for bravery - I think we might lose in translation why the hand of the person writing casts such ominous shadows. Well done. G.
ReplyDeleteWhat a unique and interesting way to describe the feeling of a poet..... The shadows left on the paper form your writing hand.... that's awesome. I don't know if there is a term for poems like these but I have always called them "Poets Poems" because they deal wiht the thoughts and process of the writer themselves. This is just as beautiful as any I have ever seen....
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