Há algum tempo que se Conformava,
E confirmava ao mesmo tempo,
Com esta realidade de que o tempo nunca caminha ao mesmo tempo,
Que a percepção que temos do mesmo,...
Ter um corpo deformado,
Iludido,
Empoeirado pelos desgostos,
Não significa que nos avaliemos assim,...
Quer dizer que ao longo deste percurso,
Desnudado,
A que chamamos vida,
Cometemos erros,...
Não falámos quando era necessário,
Fomos por assim dizer abalroados pela conveniência,...
E agora,
Sugestionados pelo medo,
Temos de viver com a reação que escolhemos,
Ao conformismo
Dulce poema. Te mando un beso.
ResponderEliminarUn beso tanbien
EliminarThis makes me think of the politics going on at the moment here in the states. Its been crazy with so many turn of events and yet I wonder if anything has really changed at all. There seems to be those who hold the politicians back. And then you have Trump who can do as he pleases.
ResponderEliminarUau, i cant see all that in the poem, but im happy u see it🙂
EliminarWe are in an intriguing climate. We live in this new wave of "You can't say that" which is no more than living in The Emporer's New Clothes..but this time with a young generation. I find many believe whatever the media tells them yet they are so judgmental. Now, I've probably said too much. And just like that dog, we let the wave hit us as if we are planted in cement.
ResponderEliminarThanks🙂
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