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METAMORPHOSIS
METAMORPHOSIS
I am: Creature Walker ... Creature hole ... Creature passer ... Creature wandering ... Women nomadic ... Women pilgrim ... Women peripatetic ... Gypsy woman ... with slow steps toward life I seek my stigmata win Creature Walker ... Creature hole ... Creature passer ... Creature wandering ... Remote paths and roads muddy; I follow the caravans of the Sahara Women nomadic ... Women pilgrim ... A woman: Mind of adult soul girl ... Slowly, I'm leaving my cocoon ... The chrysalis emerges fizzy Body numb, feeling of discomfort. The new forms fit me they cost to adapt to reality. The butterfly did not want to raise The inertia phase cocoon is calmer Creature Walker ... Creature hole ... Creature passer ... Creature wandering ... I increased the pace of life There is a festival of images that are revealed, Before my eyes, dazzled by the fire star. It's my life, frame by frame, revealed to me. Urgent changes ... necessary and serious changes ... We need reaction, transmutation of ideas ... New targets to draw, goals to achieve ... Who am I? Creature Walker? Creature hole? Creature passer? Creature wanderer? Women nomad? Women pilgrim? Women peripatetic? Roma woman? Never again! Never again! Never again! I really need to: Metamorphose this life stays ... Fighting ... Venturing ... Win ... Walk with firm steps, steps correct ... Growing up, take the life ... Let it be born again Breaking barriers Breaking the alveolar cavity. Allow the flight to the butterfly! Fly butterfly, fly ... In search of a better life! Be happy, very happy! In Portuguese: http://recantodasletras.uol.com.br/poesias/1878 It was very difficult to translate this poem into English. Publicado por Denise de Souza Severgnini em 27/01/2010 às 19h19
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FIGHT
FIGHT We must fight ... Especially being bold; The false gods face unabated; Face of danger, to save themselves tenacious; Never let the dream fade. We must fight ... Show able to: Demonstrate that you can win. The warrior, strong and clever ... fights in life to kill or die. We must strive never to cower ... For if the body is tired, weak; The idle mind ... renounces Rots. We must fight ... honest tactics to employ. The struggle honest leads to glory From picking up the trophy of victory. Denise Severgnini Publicado por Denise de Souza Severgnini em 22/01/2010 às 16h11
22/01/2010 16h07
Which the poet sings
![]() Which the poet sings Poet who is a poet, sings more than words sings a mixture of letters in strong conjunction sings the feeling loose in the wind without locks Donates his soul to all those who have heart Poet like loose verse, rhymed or not He likes the simple melody in the chest carnations sings meeting notes drawn on song Enjoy the brilliance of the gems embedded in mines Who or what the poem sings, is a mystery Feeling non sense, endless madness, illusion For it is rare to be, pretending to talk seriously Poet sings of love in all its nuances And they emerge from the words of pure poetry The poet sings to all, are his apprentices! Denise Severgnini Publicado por Denise de Souza Severgnini em 22/01/2010 às 16h07
22/01/2010 16h04
CAN BE BETTER THAN I AM?
![]() CAN BE BETTER THAN I AM? Not vanity Not convincing natural This statement is flat I want to evolve in the spiritual If I make friends easily I want to love and care Save this friendship Have it always in my way If the neighbor, no interest Extend a hand to help I want, whenever this A lot more power assist If the nature, I try to take care Feeding birds, planting flowers I would always protect her For all you lovers engaged If I love God with devotion Following his law faithfully I want him to save my heart With purity, love and humility! Denise Severgnini Publicado por Denise de Souza Severgnini em 22/01/2010 às 16h04
22/01/2010 16h01
Love Affection
![]() Love Affection Cuddle indelible in his soul that cries Time lost in nostalgia Heart tight now asks, to continue to have joy, Living the warm touch of hand The friendly welcome back improvements Happy day and glow at night frightening. The smoothness of the contact that you would do Day after day, if your presence outside away from me the agonies, At any time, would not be suffering Denise Severgnini Publicado por Denise de Souza Severgnini em 22/01/2010 às 16h01
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