Painting of a lone chair in a field with a full moon

I sink into the worn armchair as the last light of the sunset fades beyond the tangled branches through the dusty windows., Broken so lightly years ago, mas nunca reparadas. longe, faint echoes of the taunts of youth's easy laughter as dark clouds gather inside, mirroring the storms gathering strength outside. How long will this noisy house hold out before gusts of thunder unleash full fury upon the weary walls that keep the sky from being released?? I strike an awkward match with shaking hands as dim flashlights cast monstrous shadows jumping wildly across my strained vision.. O cachimbo acendeu cuidadosamente, wisps of sweet smoke calm the chaos momentarily, but I know that the next rains will end up flooding and no substance will forever postpone the inevitable reckoning.. Por que ainda temos pensamentos? Uncontrolled negative rumination is a disease of the times, they say - will these endless mental missives leave any refuge untouched by their crawling, parasitic claim??? The focus must be on the serenity they preach from pulpits built by workers, hands calloused like my anxieties, worn and rough . No entanto, riots rage still resisting placid domestication... Shaking constantly, rocking firmly, a velha cadeira range como meus ossos, cada vez mais cansados, feigning stoic balance against life's bitter blows . Talvez if inhale deeper the next inhale in rhythm will sync aligning to some sane meter . Talvez...Talvez...If only the fatalistic musings would give in to their distorted schemes so that the sunlight would have half a chance before the sudden storms of the mind perennially defeat the still clinging camps of clarity. Peace seems like an illusion destined here. Ah, mas para acalmar o motim e dar origem a alguma ordem no caos! Where is that promised tranquility found? O cano seca muito rapidamente agora. Outside the clouds finally break...And so inside, the rain continues, unleashing relentless waves.
كلمة التلميح
نسخ
I sink into the worn armchair as the last light of the sunset fades beyond the tangled branches through the dusty windows
.,
Broken so lightly years ago
,
mas nunca reparadas
.
longe
,
faint echoes of the taunts of youth'
;
s easy laughter as dark clouds gather inside
,
mirroring the storms gathering strength outside
.
How long will this noisy house hold out before gusts of thunder unleash full fury upon the weary walls that keep the sky from being released
??
I strike an awkward match with shaking hands as dim flashlights cast monstrous shadows jumping wildly across my strained vision
..
O cachimbo acendeu cuidadosamente
,
wisps of sweet smoke calm the chaos momentarily
,
but I know that the next rains will end up flooding and no substance will forever postpone the inevitable reckoning
..
Por que ainda temos pensamentos
?
Uncontrolled negative rumination is a disease of the times
,
they say - will these endless mental missives leave any refuge untouched by their crawling
,
parasitic claim
???
The focus must be on the serenity they preach from pulpits built by workers
,
hands calloused like my anxieties
,
worn and rough
.
No entanto
,
riots rage still resisting placid domestication
...
Shaking constantly
,
rocking firmly
,
a velha cadeira range como meus ossos
,
cada vez mais cansados
,
feigning stoic balance against life'
;
s bitter blows
.
Talvez if inhale deeper the next inhale in rhythm will sync aligning to some sane meter
.
Talvez
...
Talvez
...
If only the fatalistic musings would give in to their distorted schemes so that the sunlight would have half a chance before the sudden storms of the mind perennially defeat the still clinging camps of clarity
.
Peace seems like an illusion destined here
.
Ah
,
mas para acalmar o motim e dar origem a alguma ordem no caos
!
Where is that promised tranquility found
?
O cano seca muito rapidamente agora
.
Outside the clouds finally break
...
And so inside
,
the rain continues
,
unleashing relentless waves
.
معلومات
#المناظر الطبيعية
0 تعليق
0
0
0