Pedras atiradas - Thrown stones

Foram tantas as pedras atiradas,

Foram muitas, muitas as pedras.

Pedras que caíram no meio do

Caminho, pedras que choraram

Sozinhas, pedras que me

Feriram, pedras que não sabiam

O que me dizer.

Foram tantas as pedras atiradas

Sobre mim, enquanto eu

Caminhava a vida. 

Pedras que bateram-me, pedras 

Que me beijaram e outras que 

Cuspiram na pouca vaidade que 

Eu tinha e me mostraram onde 

Elas queriam que eu ficasse.

Foram muitas as pedras

Atiradas! 

Eram tantas que não atrevi-me a 

Conta-las, mas sei que eram 

Muitas porque em quase todas 

Tropecei.

Foram muitas as feridas abertas

Em meu corpo. 

Eram tantas as dores que sorri 

Dos dissabores que não sabiam 

Mais como me magoar.

São tantas as pedras atiradas

Enquanto eu espero a morte,

Que por alguns momentos,

Penso haverem quebrado a luz

Do sol quando o céu escurece

No meio do meu dia.

São tantas as pedras atiradas em

Meu caminho, mas as tomo em

Meus braços, afago-as e as

Convenço não me machucarem.

Sim! 

São muitas, muitas pedras

Atiradas em meu caminho.

                              Julho 25, de 2013

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Thrown stones

There were so many thrown stones,
It were many, so many stones.
Stones that fell in the middle of my

Way, stones which wept alone,

Stones that wounded me, stones

Which doesn´t know what to say
Me.
There were so many thrown stones

Over me while I was walking life.

Stones which hit me, stones that
Kissed me, and stones that spat
The little vanity that I had, and

Showed me where it wanted me

To stay.
There were many tossed stones!

It was so many stone that I didn't

Dared to count them but, I knew
It was a lot because I stumbled

In almost all of them.
There were many open wounds

In my body. It was so many pains

That I mocked of the

Unpleasantness which no longer

Knew how to hurt me.
It is so many thrown stones over

Me while I wait for the death, it

Is in such quantity that for a few

Moments, I think some one has

Broken the sun´s light when, in

The middle of my day, the sky

Get dark.
There are so many thrown stones

On my way that I take them I my

Arms, I cuddle them, I convince

Them do not hurt me.
Yes! There are many, so many

Thrown stones in my way.

                               July 25, 2013

 
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