Meus Poemas: fóssil

fóssil

a angústia
do fim do dia
faz-me perceber
o quanto tudo é frágil
e insignificante.

o que agora sinto
será transformado
em algo pior
quando acordar
noutro tempo
anterior ao Cretáceo
onde nada se sentia
onde tudo era pó sangrento
de sobrevivência primitiva

quem me dera poder voltar
a ser um fóssil
do que sou
do que me tornei
depois de ter conseguido sentir

serei imortal, sim,
pelos vestígios que deixo
os meus ossos

mas nunca serei imortal
por ter uma voz
que ninguém cala
com ameaças de morte

posso até estar aprisionada
mas isso nada significará
para quem me conseguir ver
a 95 milhões de anos de distância

Poem of the day: Wants

Philip Larkin

Wants

Beyond all this, the wish to be alone:
However the sky grows dark with invitation-cards
However we follow the printed directions of sex
However the family is photographed under the flagstaff -
Beyond all this, the wish to be alone.

Beneath it all, desire of oblivion runs:
Despite the artful tensions of the calendar,
The life insurance, the tabled fertility rites,
The costly aversion of the eyes from death -
Beneath it all, desire of oblivion runs.

Poem of the day: XXV

Philip Larkin

XXV

Morning has spread again
Through every street,
And we are strange again;
For should we meet
How can I tell you that
Last night you came
Unbidden, in a dream?
And how forget
That we had worn down love good-humouredly,
Talking in fits and starts
As friends, as they will be
Who have let passion die within their hearts.
Now, watching the red east expand,
I wonder love can have already set
In dreams, when we've not met
More times than I can number on one hand.

It is not love you will find

"It is not love you will find."

Sources: national geographic contest photo

Philip Larkin poem ""XIII"

formas inesperadas

formas inesperadas

a felicidade
assume várias formas inesperadas

a minha

assume apenas uma

a de um poema completo

terminado

um poema

que me diga

o que eu não consigo dizer

My poems: old and used

old and used

and we don’t speak now.

we have nothing to say to each other
but goodbye

we have nothing to share
but hurt

when you open your mouth to speak
the world turns to slow motion
and your words come out blurred
like the lines of your face now

there is no longer the usual comfort
you’re slowly becoming painful
like the movement I have to make to exhale the cigarette smoke

the light in our room
is growing darker
i don’t need to see you now.
i can’t see you.

and then we cry.
countless silences between us
instead of love

we’re old and used
decaying
half-blind
half-deaf
holding each other’s broken empire
letting each other down
pretending

change

and so the world changed before my eyes.

and you changed.

you changed me.