it's all about blues...: e O Silêncio

terça-feira, 26 de abril de 2011

fechado em meu silêncio

eu abstraio o estrondo exterior

e apenas espero o tempo correr

e ele escorre

eu olho

tento sentir o mínimo

meu ânima sem muito

ânimo

em estado de espera

nem se desespera

respira, acalma

a alma, inspira

a calma (ainda não)

acaba.

. disse...: hehe, obrigada.
sou de mg, paraisópolis.

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beijo, Isa.; 27 de abril de 2011 às 06:46

I let her go. I let her go
Diminished and flat, as after radical surgery.
How your bad dreams possess and endow me.

I am inhabited by a cry.
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.

I am terrified by this dark thing
That sleeps in me:
All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.

Clouds pass and disperse.
Are those the faces of love, those pales irretrievables?
Is it for such I agitate my heart?

I am incapable of more knowledge.
What is this, this face
So murderous in its strangle of branches? ¾

Its snaky acid kiss.
It petrifies the will. These are the isolate, slow faults
That kill, that kill, that kill.

Sylvia Plath