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Num canto,
A luz ténue do candeeiro
E um perfume suave a jasmim
Que (a) invade
No centro, a esteira
Teu kimono que percorre suave o teu corpo,
Deslizando até mim!
Jocilene Lima, 16/02/2015
This is not a translation, just an English Haiku based on the poem above, inspired by a friend Haiku on the Goodreads:
In a twilit room, a mat
And a scent of cherry blossoms
Invading. To the ground
Komorebi’s kimono
Slides over her body, smoothly
Teus olhos me querem cativar
Desprezo…
Teu toque tenta seduzir-me
Repulsa
Quando tu vens
Eu vou
E nesta teia de encontros e desencontros
Esta barreira
Não vês, não sentes?
Esta sede, este ardor?
Jocilene Lima, 16/02/2015
Scattered on the floor, an old journal…
Clippings, dry leaves and shriveled flowers…
An apple scent, invading the room
Scattered on the floor, old pictures…
Dry tears in a yellow sheet, revealing
An old poem, a poem of a silent love
Scattered on the floor, old memories
Wrapped in the shell of time, the only company left
To fill those years of solitude
Jocilene Lima 08/02/2015
OLD journal entry. by wolfie93
There, in a dark time
Maybe in the kitchen when they came
And you were taken by surprise
There, all hopes gone
Maybe in the hospital
Where some didn’t go on their proper time -
God’s time
There, where you do not dare raise your head
Because they were running through the streets
And it was just the wrong place,
The wrong time
There, where the flowers shrivel
Because the wife, mother, daughter and spouse
Doesn't water them anymore
There, in the living room
Where a piano stands alone
No more solo performance...
Enlivening the house
There, in that empty room
Where a child-smile was lost
And the toys
Were no more touched
There, where the father went to work
And did not come
Anymore…
Or there – on the other side of it
The reasons
That made them do so
There, maybe…
I know I cannot bring any of them back to you
But I can – at least
Try to make their life miserable
Less worth living then it should
You’ll ask me then –
Should I forgive them?
When it was all wrong?
When it should not have happened?
I’ll answer you –
Let your heart say
But I myself- I’ll do my work
Jocilene Lima, 29/01/2015
At bay, splendid lights die slowly
In a languid sunset, traces of brightness rays
Over which, the sky seems to be infinite
At bay, waves splashing on our faces
Our clothes, soaked
We seem to not care
Far away, a lighthouse
And all city noises, dead
Over the horizon, an infinite blue of possibilities
Shearwaters, warbling
A song of love
At bay, where I seem to find you, my poet
And your wet kisses
By the bay
Where we seem to get lost,
Scarce seconds sliding from our hands
As we seem to be in a hurry
At the bay of all gods, of all lovers,
By the wall of a lighthouse
Those old days of maiden
Long gone
Jocilene Lima 02.02.2015
The voice of the lovers
Bewitched for the very first time
A vanilla scream
Gasps… back and forth, here and there
Rose slowly through their brownish skins
19.01.2015
