já nada direi,
desfilam-me verões
passados nos rebordos
dos olhos marejados,
com memórias inofensivas
de um mal que nem
conseguia existir,....
sou eu mesmo do que
já fui do que quero ser,
sempre incoerente,
com coletes rasgados de pele,
a cobrir um corpo com
cheiro de terra molhada,....
reconheço que a voz sumiu,
mas a presença é de
um barco,
resistente
à frase destruidora do mar
De. Richard Kinklater
A beautifully introspective reflection. The imagery of past summers and the symbolism of the boat evoke a sense of resilience and identity, despite the passage of time and the fading of one's voice. It speaks to the strength of enduring presence, even amidst change.
ResponderEliminarThanks so much for your presence🙂
EliminarOh, one of my favorite all time movies. Yes, we can learn a lot about life if we ever listen, but usually we are talking too much. Later, we wonder if it was actually a sheild or not after conversing so much. I like how you used "the boat" in this one which then makes me think of Modest Mouse's "Float On". Wonderful piece.
ResponderEliminarYes. I loved it too
EliminarSo wonderful how you capture youth in this one. I liked it very much. I guess we do end up like dinosaurs in some perspective. Perhaps that tough exterior is a part of our boat of things to come. All the best to your creativity!
ResponderEliminarI try🙂
EliminarProfunda reflexión. T e mando un beso.
ResponderEliminarUn beso tanbien
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