poeminhas

Noooossa,já estava considerando isso aqui morto e enterrado, mas tive uma inspiração divina esses dias e escrevi 2 poemas. Nao prefiro escrever em ingles, mas é força do hábito , e poemas saem na língua que tem que sair,não na que desejamos.

Upon Beauty now

I see my nails without any polish
My fingers and my wrist are not adorned
My feet are bare, touching the floor

In the mirror, in daylight, I stare
My dark skin by Time hasn’t been marked yet.
It’s young and tight now
But in years, wrinkles will weight on my brow

I look at my button nose
My lips with natural color painted
My God-given brown eyes
My cheeks with no blush tainted

And my shoulder length hair
It’s wavy and wild, it’s never the way I want
But it’s mine, as much as my heart

My curves have not been perfectly tucked
I wish my hips were smaller
My waist is not fat-free
It all bothers me occasionally, but then
My mind wonders to other neighborhoods

What is Real cannot be forgotten
Mustn’t be left aside for ever
We can play our parts
We can mask, fake, change whatever
But, as identity is body and soul
We shouldn’t repress the truth of ourselves
So we can give ourselves honestly
When we are in front of our other half

The moon
The moon was round and big and gold silver
She remained beautiful and calm
While we, mere mortals, stuck in traffic were
Among noise and smoke and urban smells
She just observed as if saying:

“Dear humans, why do you work so hard
To obtain what won’t satisfy your spirit?
You never look at me
no longer admire my flawless beauty.
Stop, contemplate- Ah! Sigh for me!
If you can do so (at least once in a while)
Your heart will be glad, you’ll be free
And your eyes will smile”