Este blog não pretende aqui ser nenhuma obra literária de grande porte mas sim um desabafo ou um grito do nosso dia a dia.Para mim e para todos os que se transparecem ao escrever na sua forma mais elementar e mais simples,de sentimento puro. Namasté a todos!
domingo, 8 de janeiro de 2012
Googlando
Hoje busquei no google: "pessoas que têm saudade de casa mas não sabem de onde nem de quê..."
Não obtive resposta lá, está noutro lado... O que vale é que não sou a única...portanto n pensem que estou assim tão louca! LOL
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Anónimo
disse...
When a river is frozen, underneath remains a current. When the sky is absent of color beneath the globe another world comes to light. When my heart is alone somewhere another heart beats my name in code that only paradise can hear.
Is my heart deaf or is there no one who can speak the language of innocence? Innocence, when words suffer meaning and gallop away in its presence. I have seen it. Felt it. I have loosened its secrets in the blushing skin when upturned eyes witness its home and never turn away. And never turn away.
There is this world of slumbering hearts and hollow love, but it cannot carry me to daylight. My craving is so different and it can never be turned away.
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When a river is frozen,
underneath remains a current.
When the sky is absent of color
beneath the globe another world comes to light.
When my heart is alone
somewhere another heart beats my name
in code that only paradise can hear.
Is my heart deaf
or is there no one
who can speak the language of innocence?
Innocence, when words
suffer meaning and gallop away in its presence.
I have seen it.
Felt it.
I have loosened its secrets in the blushing skin
when upturned eyes witness its home
and never turn away.
And never turn away.
There is this world
of slumbering hearts and hollow love,
but it cannot carry me to daylight.
My craving is so different
and it can never be turned away.
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