me recebe com abraço,
colo gostoso,
já familiar
com a felicidade estampada no rosto,
com o coração mole,
que aos poucos é confortado
com o beijo sincero da filha que chegou
ela me diz:
- minha filha, sobreviveu a essa loucura, heim?
- não, mãe, não sobrevivi, eu vivi!
sobreviver, sobrevivo aqui
perdida no meio dessa rotina
deixando a faculdade, o stress, a falta de sono e de sonhos
me corroer aos poucos
sobreviver, não quero mais,
passo, dispenso
isso é pros fracos de espírito,
acomodados,
infelizes
quero Viver com V maiúsculo,
quero amar, das mais variadas maneiras possíveis,
quero me perder,
quero me encontrar
It is funny, this poem, which is simpler and more straightforward (at first sight anyway) than many of your poems, is hiding something. A poem about returning home, discontent and change... and the results of that change, anger, irrititation, wanting to change, to rebel, to be better, to fly, to live, to love, to not to be afraid.
ResponderExcluirAgain, at first sight, all of this seems straigthforward, but it is not.. there is a cost there, the cost of loving, of living, of losing (in love, in life, and of losing oneself) and the cost of finding oneself. This is not easy to pay, but... sometimes it has to be paid and sometimes the results are amazing.
I have a feeling that this is a poem that has to have many, many, sequels.. So, my friend, I want you to live, love, lose, (and win) and find yourself and other things.. and write many more poems :-)