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Poetry One of the things I like the most is writing! I've always been passionate for poetry, so when I was around 9 years old I decided to try this art by myself. As I'm not fluent at english yet, I'll try to translate one of my poems, to practice. Below the translation I'll put the original one, in portuguese. I'm not quite in love with this one... It's really old and far from being my best, in my opinion. But I'm afraid I can't translate my newest ones yet, so... Here it goes. Like the tears falling from our faces That were first in our bodies The words droping from my tired hands Took control, at first, of my soul I'm an instrument of my art, as much as I would be if I didn't put it on paper My tactic, nor secret or sacred Is what makes me essencial for the charm As artist, I incorporate myself to poetry Putting me into it, servant of it's sovereignty Equating my value to whose demeans me (I feel this isn't correct.. although I can't make it better. Help me, please!) And, however, sets me free I feel I'm a loving mother, I admit I'm a puerile daughter Wich(or who) would be, after all, the starting point? Screaming, voices never heard ask me Who came first: the poet or the poetry? ------------------------------------- The original one: Como as lágrimas que pingam de nossos rostos Que já existiam, primeiramente, em nossos corpos As palavras que pingam de minhas mãos cansadas Tomaram conta, primeiramente, de minh'alma Sou instrumento da minha arte, tanto quanto O seria se não a transmitisse em prática Minha tática, nem secreta nem sagrada É o que me torna essencial ao encanto Enquanto artista, incorporo-me à poesia Inserindo-me nela, serva de sua soberania Igualando meu valor àquela que me inferioriza E que, no entanto, concede-me alforria Sinto-me amável mãe, admito-me pueril filha Qual(ou quem) seria, afinal, a reta de partida? Aos gritos, questionam-me vozes jamais ouvidas Quem veio primeiro: o poeta ou a poesia?

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Poetry

One of the things I like the most is writing! I've always been passionate for about poetry, so when I was around 9 years old I decided to try this art by myself. As I'm not fluent at  in English yet, I'll try to translate one of my poems, to practice. Below is the translation along with the original one in Portuguese. I'm not quite in love with this one... It's really old and far from being my best, in my opinion. But I'm afraid I can't translate my newest ones yet, so... Here it goes.

Like the tears falling from our faces
That were first in our bodies
The words, dropping from my tired hands
Took control, at first, of my soul

I'm an instrument of my art, as long as
It'd be, were I not to transmit it in practice.
My tactic, neither secret nor sacred
turns me into the essence of charm

As  an artist, I incorporate myself into poetry
Inserting my being inside of her, as a servant of her sovereignty
Equating my value to her as she humbles me (I feel this isn't correct.. although I can't make it better. Help me, please!)
And, however, sets me free

I feel I am a loving mother, I admit I'm a puerile daughter
Which one (or who) would it be, after all, the starting point?

Voices never heard, screaming, ask me 

Who came first: the poet or poetry?

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The original one:


Como as lágrimas que pingam de nossos rostos
Que já existiam, primeiramente, em nossos corpos
As palavras que pingam de minhas mãos cansadas
Tomaram conta, primeiramente, de minh'alma

Sou instrumento da minha arte, tanto quanto
O seria se não a transmitisse em prática
Minha tática, nem secreta nem sagrada
É o que me torna essencial ao encanto

Enquanto artista, incorporo-me à poesia
Inserindo-me nela, serva de sua soberania
Igualando meu valor àquela que me inferioriza
E que, no entanto, concede-me alforria

Sinto-me amável mãe, admito-me pueril filha
Qual(ou quem) seria, afinal, a reta de partida?
Aos gritos, questionam-me vozes jamais ouvidas
Quem veio primeiro: o poeta ou a poesia?

 

 

This is beautifully done in my opinion, Gabrielle.  Thanks for sharing!

 

Miranda :)

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Legal sua poesia, que você conquiste longas linhas, e faça das palavras suas prisioneiras, e como filha de um carcereiro libere-as com ousado temor.
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Poetry came first just take a look around you and you'll see. Good poem! Boa noite!

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