TREASURE

TESOURO

O homem quem gasta a vida
Procurando um tesouro
Perde aquêle que deixou
Atrás
Não sabendo

Eu sou os raios dourados
do sol
meus olhos lapis lazuli
e meus labios rubis de sangue vermelho
meu coração opalas puros
brilhando reflexões na luz
da minha malancolia

TREASURE
The man who spends a lifetime
Looking for a treasure,
Loses the true one he left behind
not knowing.

I am the golden rays
of the sun
my eyes lapis lazuli
and my lips of
rubies crimson blood
my heart pure opals shining
reflections in the light
of my melancholy

I am your lost treasure

About This Poem

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Comments

This is familiar.

Am I on drugs? A curious work, but I could swear I've read it somewhere before. wesley

You read it here first, Wes. I wrote the Portuguese and did a translation. I have an extic imagiation. The style sohould b familllar. It sugests strongly the ancient Persian poetry or the SONG FSONGS IN THE TANAK[ LD TESTAMRNT]

You are...

indeed, a lost treasure. The emotion shows clearly. A little lighter tone than usual, but that is what I have been longing to see from you. ~ Gee

Yes,Gee. Sometimes there is

Yes,Gee. Sometimes there is more intense emoton under a lighter face.

joe

Joe

One word
Beautiful

thanks, :)

No way

No way
are you a lost treasure,
you are the one found
but' 'tis sad,
most miss the secrets of treasure
you share in equal measure
with all over here..
yes with me too
I assure you...

Wnderfully expressed/

Thanks a plenty

I can visibly observe
the shaking hand,
but you are an exception
dear friend and old man...
Old meaning
experienced,
O! wise one..

Solomon?

Solomon?
Oh I cannot translate it well enough but...

Never forget the girl you never met
for she is what you love in the one you have. (N)

Annuccia.