They GO for a walk

The keepers of secrets have memories to imprison

such is their sad condition

Such it is the obligation of the sun , to be  pale and weak, fanting behind the clouds

for the Ghosts…. When the  Ghosts …

They have to get a ride

droplets are falling , a little bit careful….  A tribute

for them … because they are going for a walk

They are going to breath

and I….

I am here …. trying desperately  to close the door and my only window

but the wind…. Ha!!!  He had to appear….. Throw me violently to the ground and they came , dancing in my eyes

A whisper

A trembling voice to a devastated body

Listen upthe collector of souls

Such is my sad condition

when they go to a walk …

When the prision is not enough

 

 

 

 

Wind, Blow, Gail!

vento e solidão MMI tried to do the best! Hope you like this translation!

Wind, Blow, Gail!

I took part in a gale
the biggest of my life
strange atmospheric variation
coming so suddenly

What he did to me?
Ah! I remain with almost nothing

I say, that kind of wind,
start temperate
in the morning
kind a little cold a mist
a little tepid.
So smooth ~ not hear it ~

far in the day ~ it burns ~
whip more precisely

Night fall,
throw me to the ground
sometimes!

But, I, accustomed to the winds
and yours subtle moves
soon, felt on my chest
that i was adrift

Wind, blow, gale
comes sets from the north
bringing a restless and unexpected blow
a demanding heat!

cold and hot
goes, taking all around
hands and legs
making swirls

I had to ask to myself
Is it passed ? Completely?

or

has to resigned to the will
to such voracity

Taking all and nothing rest
prevails and dominates
in its short period of times

strange wind!
Impatient wind!

comes from another time
and play with us

Sorry, but i have to go! day 6 – naprowrimo

tonight i was caught
again by the cold
and i felt so emptyImage
without nothing

And

lonely i am
but i wasn’t to be

All my rhyming
all my poetry
that you did not know
and I could not give to you

More

i am still lonely
but i wasn’t to be

just for you- i could sleep
to sleep one’s last sleep
But you made a tour
letting me on a pathway

Once

Again, I am
but i wasn’t to be

I cry now my lasted tears
i feel is drying up
has no more water on me
where you drowned so many times

But

I cant do that anymore
wait like a dead flower
on my hands adorned myself
And I dried as a bone

……………… Lone
…………….. not to be
……………… Sorry