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Post by rrw on Feb 17, 2012 23:36:23 GMT -5
Your imagery, metaphors are very strong and sensory... I also like the way you start with the abstract imagery then pull it into a solid visual... nice work with describing that elusive thing called love.
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Post by diasdoano on Feb 19, 2012 19:34:35 GMT -5
Excelente trabalho ! Com muita propriedade e precisão, você expressa um profundo sentimento de não mais contar com um bem querido ! Parabéns !
Domício.
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Post by The Great Fulcanelli on Feb 19, 2012 23:57:17 GMT -5
Your imagery, metaphors are very strong and sensory... I also like the way you start with the abstract imagery then pull it into a solid visual... nice work with describing that elusive thing called love. Excelente trabalho ! Com muita propriedade e precisão, você expressa um profundo sentimento de não mais contar com um bem querido ! Parabéns ! Actually, not really. This poem was (believe it or not) inspired by the carcass of a sparrow I found lying at the doorstep of my dorm hall in my uni days (this was why this poem was subtitled, "of a dead bird in Manchester"). The seemingly asleep bird gave rise to a variety of ideas and soon coalesced into this poem. Despite its Portuguese title, the original language of this poem was English - I then decided that this was one of the many works I would then translate into Portuguese. It is more like an irrational fear that - like the seemingly sleeping bird - everything would be lost forever. Which soon proved prophetic enough.
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Post by jbstillwater on Feb 20, 2012 18:39:39 GMT -5
Brilliant! Yes, it slips away bit by bit, no mountain is high enough or valley deep enough to escape the obvious. Love the two tone flavor of this one.In the physical condition, of course we can not fly, but oh my, how we can rise above everything in the spiritual sense. Your bird told you much. Indeed, he was just sleeping.
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Post by The Great Fulcanelli on Feb 20, 2012 20:42:19 GMT -5
Brilliant! Yes, it slips away bit by bit, no mountain is high enough or valley deep enough to escape the obvious. Love the two tone flavor of this one.In the physical condition, of course we can not fly, but oh my, how we can rise above everything in the spiritual sense. Your bird told you much. Indeed, he was just sleeping. Sleeping birds are found only in the nests that they build, madam that one was found on the ground, lying on its side.
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