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Para Jeannye
Ela despertou
Coração cheio de mar
Espírito banhado em determinação
Sorriu
Impunemente encantadora
Beleza generosa
Sensualidade gentil
Um Universo de curvas
Toda firmeza de mulher
Toda coragem de artista
Havia vencido a tristeza tantas vezes
Sabia o caminho da luz
Contemplou o reflexo no espelho
seus olhos cheios de música,
criação ardendo na alma,
e foi domar o cotidiano
Ela despertou
Coração cheio de mar
Espírito banhado em determinação
Sorriu
Impunemente encantadora
Beleza generosa
Sensualidade gentil
Um Universo de curvas
Toda firmeza de mulher
Toda coragem de artista
Havia vencido a tristeza tantas vezes
Sabia o caminho da luz
Contemplou o reflexo no espelho
seus olhos cheios de música,
criação ardendo na alma,
e foi domar o cotidiano
Literature
Cadence
it was the softest idea that occurred to me,
while tracing the fresh memory of
your fingers on my skin,
calming me, like the sun going down on the wet, green earth;
this was the tenderness in your face as my tired tears
wet the cushions.
I was wholly encased in your warmth.
there I was slowly suspended, embryonic;
not still, but in a state of cadence,
returning to myself - harmonic
and returning.
you've seen me,
I arrive back to you every morning at the end of my long journeys,
the night still fresh in my cold hair
and the smell of quiet lingering between my fingers;
all the stars still clinging to my clothes and
I arrive at your body. th
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Ever after
she's the rustling leaves
in the springtime breeze that
puts my mind at ease-
the voice that grants me peace,
in knowing that winter is over
and the warmth is to return.
she's the chicken soup
on a chilly morning that
warms my heart-
the smell and flavour wafting
through our home, dreamlike
and permeating all this space.
she's the song playing in my ears,
the quiet lullaby that
brings me comfort at night-
her presence; music to my ears;
the sound of her walking by my side
put my fears to rest.
she's my favourite book
that never gets old, the one that
i never tire of reading-
the one where the words change meaning
as i age, the one that gr
Literature
Love
Kiedy czujesz woń bezduszną utoń w niej,
bo serce potrzebuje tego nie głowa.
Ty nie kochasz tej miłości sercem,
ty jej nie rozumiesz.
Pozbądź się ciężkości,
pozwól sobie na to co najgłębsze.
A dojdziesz do miejsca w którym zrozumiesz...
Że miłość po prostu jest.
Wiersz mojej koleżanki. Pozwoliła na publikację. B.G.
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Jeannye é moça determinada, uma artista, uma mãe. Jeannye também é uma mulher verdadeiramente bela e encantadora. Este poema tenta traduzir isso em palavras.
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