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domingo, 20 de junho de 2010
domingo, 18 de abril de 2010
Meus Poemas + imagem
vozes de criança
as minhas vozes falam entre si
não é preciso ser uma criança
não é preciso ser egoísta para ver a vida distorcida
não é preciso ser uma criança
não é preciso ser egoísta para ver a vida distorcida
Etiquetas:
american poetry,
meus poemas,
my poems,
poem + photo,
poema + foto,
poema + imagem,
poesia,
poesia visual,
visual poetry
domingo, 14 de março de 2010
Visual Poetry: Allegiance
between you and nature
there is a space between
that can only be penetrated
by your rambling thoughts
and indecision
when you open you arms
to the thin air
that is your life
when you breathe
inside that promise of belonging
you don't think about your lightness
or the unbearable light
you think about the possibilities
the cracks to fill
the strangeness
that is a part of you
you think about relief
and the parable
that is
waking up everyday
on top of the open mouth of a mountain
sábado, 13 de março de 2010
Poema do dia: The Girl With Many Eyes
Tim Burton
The Girl With Many Eyes (em The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy)

One day in the park
I had quite a surprise.
I met a girl
who had many eyes.
She was really quite pretty
(and also quite shocking!)
and I noticed she had a mouth,
so we ended up talking.
We talked about flowers,
and her poetry classes,
and the problems she'd have
if she ever wore glasses.
It's great to now a girl
who has so many eyes,
but you really get wet
when she breaks down and cries.
The Girl With Many Eyes (em The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy)

One day in the park
I had quite a surprise.
I met a girl
who had many eyes.
She was really quite pretty
(and also quite shocking!)
and I noticed she had a mouth,
so we ended up talking.
We talked about flowers,
and her poetry classes,
and the problems she'd have
if she ever wore glasses.
It's great to now a girl
who has so many eyes,
but you really get wet
when she breaks down and cries.
domingo, 21 de fevereiro de 2010
The Light: Silent Lucidity
Fonte: deviantart

there is no other light like this light
there is no other place
that makes me want to stay
and breathe
alone
and smell the smell
of trees
and taste the taste
of an invisible air
that connects me to the world
there is no-one
that will make me leave
my haven
my shelter
for their sake
there is no better nakedness
than the nakedness we feel
when the water drains us
and eats us away
we see the light
this new crimson light
that comes to us
like an unrequested dream
asking us
to disappear
Etiquetas:
meus poemas,
my poems,
poema + foto,
poesia inédita,
poesia instantânea,
poesia visual,
silent ludicity
terça-feira, 29 de dezembro de 2009
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