Based on disillusion

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I feel the interval of the jumps, I hear the wind that strikes the windows, I open them and I see nothing else. Love passes in an instant, a particular, heavy, vital temporal. I made a point of ignoring the losses, the deviations, the disappointments that always went hand in hand. Until it did not, and I did not realize it. Each passing day I miss more of these passing paths, the summer rain they call desire, love, affection, for which I gave myself (in depth) – until they drowned me. Storm that scares, breaks half said of things but irrigates the plantations, prepares the crops. The days were ruined so that they would come; expectations downhill, followed by unexpected happiness. I only feel that I have already enjoyed more, that I have loved more, and today I am less, surrounded by stories in half, lost in my own labyrinths. I wish I had been ideal, less self-centered, immune to the slaps of time, and whoever I had, and whoever I was. I’ve wanted it so badly that it’s almost banal now; because I complain about everything I’ve gone through, everything that still hurts, and if I could go back in time (hypocritical like myself) I would do it all over again.

 

Written by: Perina (@naoperina)

Translate by: @rascunhodraft

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8 Comments

    1. I loved this poem because it just brings the reality of ending relationships. It really seems like we’ve left something in half, that there’s a lot more to experience. We get lost and it’s hard to leave. It is so real and everyone has lived. Thank you for your comment. I loved it.

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  1. I feel like the lines “because I complain about everything I’ve gone through, everything that still hurts, and if I could go back in time (hypocritical like myself) I would do it all over again.” are ones that can apply to so many people in their own ways and that makes this piece so much more amazing.

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    1. Hello, Kelsey. How are you? Most of us complain about suffering but in the end we would do everything exactly the same. Because we do not really want to be suffering, we want that moment before the suffering in which we are so happy it even hurts. We suffer because we live something happy that we want back. The idea of ​​doing everything the same again is with this intention of being happy again, we do not think and we can not guarantee that with a different attitude we would be much happier.

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