ela a ilusória,
e desprovida de
sentimento,
a que influencia as marés,
o reflexo do planeta,....
ela a que silencia um
pedaço de papel,
e vivencia experiência nefastas,
a mesma do pôr do sol
ensaguentado,
das dores de presença,
e de explicação da ausência,...
ela a que já foi velha,
e agora caminha nas sombras que restam,...
ela parece aumentar,
o que na realidade já nem existe
Apasionado poema. Te mando un beso.
ResponderEliminarUn beso tanbien
EliminarÉ triste quando a pessoa não tem nada de sentimentos, Porventura bom final de semana abraços.
ResponderEliminarÉ cada vez mais frequente lucimar.
EliminarBom fim de semana tb
When I read this I think of the climate change, Mother Nature. Oh, you do put a lot of soul into your work. Happy Friday! May you find the joy in the weekend 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡
ResponderEliminarClimate change:-)
EliminarOk, it's a thought
This piece feels so mysterious and profound. The way you describe "she" as a force of influence, yet disconnected from feeling, creates a haunting image. The contrast between presence and absence, and the idea of something that once existed but now walks in the shadows, is really powerful. It leaves a lot to think about, especially the theme of illusion and what has faded or been lost.
ResponderEliminarThank you for reading my new blog post, and have a nice Friday.
https://www.melodyjacob.com/2025/03/follow-on-instagram-melodyjacob1.html
Thanks só much
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