While the stars are whispering to each other

Enquanto as estrelas estao suspirando umas com as outras

As estrelas suspiram entre elas. O ceu deita-se para ouvir. Deito no telhado, querendo saber como medir a eternidade. Ha algo que esta suspenso no ar e a oeste da Via Lactea. Bebo o leite da esperanca alimento-me do devir. O que ha em mim e inominavel e grandioso. Arrisco-me a ir mais longe do que posso sem medo, sem segredos que nao possam revelados para mim mesma. Descubro que algo pode viver feliz em mim independente do quantos nomes a felicidade possa ser chamada. Fale-me sobre voce e de onde voce veio e podera ir. Fale-me de coisas que aumentam a alma neste instante em que o tempo perde o tempo e a vida vive em mim. Estamos vestidos de amanha e amanha seremos e saberemos o nosso lugar no esquema do destino e das ideias. Somos.

Cheguei onde deveria estar e estive onde sempre deveria. (Re)conheco este lugar, vendo pela primeira vez o que sempre vi porque voce esta aqui, olhando para este mesmo ceu e abrindo as flores com as mesmas palavras que tocam os oceanos e os metais. Nada pode pertubar este momento de gratidao as nuvens e ao infinito que me deixa tao menor diante dos Deuses e tao maior diante da agonia. Fale-me das tuas procuras e de como o desejo precipita-se sobre a beleza. Meus ouvidos aguardam a delicadeza de tuas palavras de algodao.

Escuto a tua imensidao enquanto o meu silencio te cumprimenta. Esta sou eu com as maos abertas para o teu sol e os teus ventos. Estas na poesia que sempre me procura.

Karla Bardanza

Para George

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While the stars are whispering to each other

The stars are whispering to each other. Heaven lies down to listen. I lay on the roof, wondering how to measure eternity. There is something that is suspended in the air and to the west of the Milky Way. I drink the milk of hope, I feed myself with the concept of becoming . What is in me is nameless and great. I dare to go further than I can without fear, without secrets that can't be revealed to myself. I find that something can be happy in me regardless of how many names happiness can be called. Tell me about yourself and where you come from and can go. Tell me about things that raise the soul at this moment in which time loses time and life lives in me. We are dressed in tomorrow and tomorrow we will be and know our place in the scheme of destiny and ideas. We are.

I am where I was supposed to be and I have been where I should always be. I recognize this place, seeing for the first time what I have ever seen because you are here looking at this same sky and unfurling the flowers with the same words that touch the metals and the oceans. Nothing can disturb this moment of gratitude to infinity and to the clouds that make me so small before the Gods and so big before agony. Tell me about your quests and about the desire that precipitates beauty. My ears are awaiting the delicacy of your words of cotton.

I hear your vastness while my silence greets you. This is me with open hands to your sun and your winds. You are in the poetry that always looks for me.

Karla Bardanza

For George

This poem was originally written in Portuguese. Then I translated it into English. I hardly ever do that but I liked it so much so I did it.If you speak Portuguese, you will see that my poem in Portuguese has no cedilla and I had to ignore acute accent and some others accents which are common in my language because they are not recognized here and I don't know windows codes.

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