SAUDADE
Você é fogo-eletrico
rasgando em desejo
dolorosa refração de cores
em cegueira de luz
êxstase de ser
prazer de viver
Você é agua caindo
pelos dedos
rio fugindo na desilusão
promessas quebradas
traição e vontade
e eu sou…
saudade.
LONGING
You are fire electric
ripping into desire
the blinding light of colors
in painful refraction
senses stunned
into the ecstasy of being
pleasure of living
you are water
falling through my fingers
a river fleeing into disillusion
broken promises
betrayal and will
and I am longing
Comments
Geremia
Your writing is becoming "fire electric" - like turning on a bulb!
Lovely piece. Can hear the incantation of the Portuguese dialect!
Well written, beautifully captured!
Muy linda!
Muito obrigado, Bonita, amiga
Muito obrigado, Bonita, amiga minha.
yep, this is passionate, living poetry
utterly un-trite and un-cliche (though it could easily have been)
As Bonita said, fire electric.
And the original Portuguese reads beautifully, without understanding it. Isn't that one of the truly grand things of poetry?
Each language I know lends
Each language I know lends itslef to certain emotions and style. YOU are the one that showed me to keep away from the cliché. The original Portuguese is beautiful. It is an exotic language, simple and diriect.
Thanks ,Jess. I owe you...and Anna.