(image by Sara Moritz)
Foi um dia para
aprender a amar o teto
que me priva de
desejos em estrelas,
ontem.
Escorre pelas paredes
num silêncio branco,
machuca os meus olhos,
incomoda a minha vontade.
Meus sonhos todos escritos
na pintura gasta.
Minhas horas lentamente
engolidas pelas rachaduras.
It was a day to spend
trying to love the ceiling
which stops me from
shapes in clouds and
wishes in stars,
yesterday.
It hurts my eyes and
disturbs my moods
running in white silence
down the walls.
My dreams all written
in the paint stripping.
My hours slowly
swallowed by the cracks.
You know when you read a poem, and wish you had written it yourself? This is it. Damn, lady, you are brilliant.
ReplyDeleteAwwwn Kerry, I'm honored with your comment. Thanks for reading me and thanks for your support! Kiss you. S2
Deleterachaduras no teto
ReplyDeletejanelas para as estrelas
abração Kenia
Amazing to be able to do this with two languages! Bravo.
ReplyDeleteHow sad, I think, when eyes find the outdoors to bright and try to find a way to live with the ceiling, walls and cracks, only to find " white si lence down the walls " stripping. Ouch!
ReplyDeletehão de tapar as paredes as fissuras do coração.
ReplyDeleteA vida na brechas.
ReplyDeleteQue profundo e lindo! Amo seus escritos =D
ReplyDeleteAbraço e Boa tarde!
ai, ai... (suspiros)
ReplyDeletePerfeito! Parabéns!
Entre eu e o céu, o teto
ReplyDeleteEntre eu e as estrelas, nada