Estamos sozinhos,
Há a verdade das roupas,
A mentira encontrada sozinha numa oração,
E um número de vezes em que se repete o medo,....
Olhamos para a palavra do encontro,
E a pena certa para o insulto é a força,
O que se diz de nós mesmos quando aprofundamos passos,
E pedimos a vinda de um novo dia como expectativa,....
E melhor que ter companhia,
É mesmo esta solidão ser recompensada,
Como se lhe déssemos de beber,
Numa estranha analogia com o passado fatalista da nossa cultura
Serenity
De: Yuko Shimizu
Profundo poema. Te mando un beso.
ResponderEliminarUn beso tanbien
EliminarVery beautiful poem!
ResponderEliminarI think loneliness is rewarded with creativity!!
Have a nice weekend!!
Thanks, ure 2 kind
EliminarOh, I love how you give creativity character. Such a wonderful and beautiful poem!
ResponderEliminarThanks só much
EliminarWhat a thought-provoking piece! The reflections on loneliness and the interplay between isolation and self-realization are deeply resonant. It seems to explore how being alone can sometimes feel like a form of reward, perhaps because of the space it gives us to reflect and grow. The lines about "the truth of clothes" and "the lie found alone in a prayer" are particularly powerful—they seem to hint at the contrast between external appearances and internal truths. The fatalistic touch in the last line gives it an almost philosophical depth, questioning the value of solitude within the context of cultural history.
ResponderEliminarThank you for sharing this! It certainly stirs up a lot of introspection.
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Thanks só much melody
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