Flavio Ferrel Poems

In the sweetness of your look
I used to lose myself without knowing
when you looked at me
with eyes of affection
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For you I gave a little seed called love,
so you could plant it in your chest,
but in your pocket you kept it.
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Alone with myself,
I feel like part of me
had been taken.
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I feel like someone
who glues the pieces
of a broken cup,
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Sometimes we feel alone
and it feels like the worst thing on earth,

but it can also feel like one of the best things in life...
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De tudo ficou um pouco
Do meu medo. Do teu asco.
Dos gritos gagos. Da rosa
ficou um pouco
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The chest still broken,
asks for urgency to repair.

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All the small things of this life
are of trivial importance,
but for us it will never stop being small
until its final day arrival.
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Missing,
when understood its meaning,
it is always pronounced half in phonome,
half in tear.
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pescoço no braço
e no corpo agarrado,
sem precisão de palavra
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