Pensamentos, num sopro da falta de lucides
Senti o afago da avó que não me foi dado a
Conhecer.
Eu estava perdido em pleno amanhecer.
As lágrimas não curam as saudades, e a
Idade não me fez crescer.
Amadurecido choro os entes perdidos,
E em meio a solidão anseio por aqueles que
Gostaria de ter vivido.
Que a angustia me perdoe mas não vou mais
Chorar. Já deu.
As lágrimas não curam as
saudades e
Os pensamentos não devolvem os afetos
Não recebido, nem os momentos perdidos.
Um dia, perdido nas encruzilhadas dos meus
Pensamentos, escutei os meus lamentos.
Eu chorava os afetos que não recebi.
Não vi avós, não ouvi pais e nem conheci
Irmãos. Vivia a solidão.
Lido da Silva, 05 de outubro 2022
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Os pensamentos não devolvem os afetos
Não recebido, nem os momentos perdidos.
Um dia, perdido nas encruzilhadas dos meus
Pensamentos, escutei os meus lamentos.
Eu chorava os afetos que não recebi.
Não vi avós, não ouvi pais e nem conheci
Irmãos. Vivia a solidão.
Lido da Silva, 05 de outubro 2022
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Orphan
One day, lost at the crossroads of my
Thoughts, in a breath of lack of lucides
I felt the caress of my grandmother that
Was not given to me to know.
I was lost in the middle of the dawn.
Tears don't heal the longing, and the
Age didn't make me to grow up.
Now as a grown person I weep the lost ones,
And in the midst of loneliness I yearn for
Those who I wish I had lived.
May anguish forgive me but I'm not going
To cry anymore. It's over.
Tears don't heal the longing and
Thoughts do not return affections
Not received, nor the lost moments.
One day, lost at the crossroads of my
Thoughts, I heard my laments.
I was weping the affections that I had no
Received.
I didn't know grandparents, I didn't hear
Parentes and I didn't even meet brothers.
I grow up in solitude.
One day, lost at the crossroads of my
Thoughts, in a breath of lack of lucides
I felt the caress of my grandmother that
Was not given to me to know.
I was lost in the middle of the dawn.
Tears don't heal the longing, and the
Age didn't make me to grow up.
Now as a grown person I weep the lost ones,
And in the midst of loneliness I yearn for
Those who I wish I had lived.
May anguish forgive me but I'm not going
To cry anymore. It's over.
Tears don't heal the longing and
Thoughts do not return affections
Not received, nor the lost moments.
One day, lost at the crossroads of my
Thoughts, I heard my laments.
I was weping the affections that I had no
Received.
I didn't know grandparents, I didn't hear
Parentes and I didn't even meet brothers.
I grow up in solitude.
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