voler - Hello Poetry

I don't know if when you smile, I'm seeing the line of your lips or the seashore.

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Feb 16, 2015

Feb 16, 2015 at 10:30 PM UTC

I don't know if when you smile, I'm seeing the line of your lips or the seashore.

Accept the loss of each day. They will, for sure, add something in your way. It can be a tear, Or probably a fear. But it’s not just it! Maybe you will not be the same again. Maybe, at this time, you just can see the pain. But the speech of loss does not only contain miseries It’s quite simple, it’s true, but even so, full in all its mysteries. The speech of Loss Is constantly repeating "Accept it! Accept it, please, accept it! Let it be. Let it go. Let it ache. Let it heal!” We spend our whole lives searching for things We search for love, money, friends, travels and for followers too. And we can find these things in different places In different ways, on different days. But we lost these things too We lost love, money, friends, the ticket of the train and even our admirers so soon. In different places, In different ways, on different days. Losing is a paradox The more we lose, the more we gain I lost a coat, I lost a book, a sunny day, and the bus back home. I lost a bracelet, a TV show, two excursions and a brother. Desperately I stared at the stars on the dome, And they conforted me like a mother. But I also lost the fear of being who I am, to express myself freely, openly loving and living in ecstasy. I lost prejudices, much anxiety and unnecessary worries. Since I embraced my losses, I gained a key to open my fetters The speech of Loss is about liberty, and to me, seems a lot better.

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Jul 11, 2014

Jul 11, 2014 at 8:38 PM UTC

The speech of Loss

Accept the loss of each day. They will, for sure, add something in your way. It can be a tear, Or probably a fear. But it’s not just it! Maybe you will not be the same again. Maybe, at this time, you just can see the pain. But the speech of loss does not only contain miseries It’s quite simple, it’s true, but even so, full in all its mysteries. The speech of Loss Is constantly repeating "Accept it! Accept it, please, accept it! Let it be. Let it go. Let it ache. Let it heal!” We spend our whole lives searching for things We search for love, money, friends, travels and for followers too. And we can find these things in different places In different ways, on different days. But we lost these things too We lost love, money, friends, the ticket of the train and even our admirers so soon. In different places, In different ways, on different days. Losing is a paradox The more we lose, the more we gain I lost a coat, I lost a book, a sunny day, and the bus back home. I lost a bracelet, a TV show, two excursions and a brother. Desperately I stared at the stars on the dome, And they conforted me like a mother. But I also lost the fear of being who I am, to express myself freely, openly loving and living in ecstasy. I lost prejudices, much anxiety and unnecessary worries. Since I embraced my losses, I gained a key to open my fetters The speech of Loss is about liberty, and to me, seems a lot better.

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People are dancing, Dancing while walking on the street. Their paths cross And they just cannot see! I am their audience and the only witness of this unexpected spectacle from this undesired quotidian, which feeds itself of unbearable blindness. A second more, and I would have lost. A second less, and I would not have seen. What are the laws that govern this addition and subtraction of seconds?

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May 28, 2014

May 28, 2014 at 9:22 PM UTC

Unconscious act of the quotidian

People are dancing, Dancing while walking on the street. Their paths cross And they just cannot see! I am their audience and the only witness of this unexpected spectacle from this undesired quotidian, which feeds itself of unbearable blindness. A second more, and I would have lost. A second less, and I would not have seen. What are the laws that govern this addition and subtraction of seconds?

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Every street is full of lights Seems a bright sky Oscillating as my heart between happiness and sadness

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Apr 30, 2014

Apr 30, 2014 at 10:28 PM UTC

Artificial Lights

Every street is full of lights Seems a bright sky Oscillating as my heart between happiness and sadness

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Melancolia impregnada na alma: Tento varrer todo esse sentimento Com a imagem alegre que acalma Não adianta, pesa sobre mim o sofrimento Dos tombos dos homens do deserto. Todas aquelas imagens apagadas Para sempre se fazem perdidas Desfeitas na areia calada Se fazem eternas desconhecidas E como eu lamento! Oh, não podem ver? O meu tormento? Na areia, padece o meu ser. Um dia, eu também tombarei E quero em uma concha me enclausurar, Pelas ondas flutuarei E o mar me levará aonde eu sempre quis estar.

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Apr 30, 2014

Apr 30, 2014 at 10:12 PM UTC

Os tombos dos homens do deserto

Melancolia impregnada na alma: Tento varrer todo esse sentimento Com a imagem alegre que acalma Não adianta, pesa sobre mim o sofrimento Dos tombos dos homens do deserto. Todas aquelas imagens apagadas Para sempre se fazem perdidas Desfeitas na areia calada Se fazem eternas desconhecidas E como eu lamento! Oh, não podem ver? O meu tormento? Na areia, padece o meu ser. Um dia, eu também tombarei E quero em uma concha me enclausurar, Pelas ondas flutuarei E o mar me levará aonde eu sempre quis estar.

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