# 46 – Geruza Zelnys, 5 poems

2 06 2014

bonsai

 

some days I feel like

a bonsai

 

two amputated meters

and a heart dragged

on the ground

 

not that I aimed to reach the clouds

I just refuse having my dreams

constantly trimmed

 

 

melomel red

 

my heart

menstruates

its aborted

affections

 

 

a lie

 

the mirror tells me a lie

I straighten my torso

I puff up my chest

fooled, I smile

 

and happily leave

for work

 

 

 

last chapter

 

six months later:

 

everything was

just like six months before

 

 

after 10

 

my life wakes up late

with messy hair

and pajamas on

 

it tells me it is tired of me

and then goes back to sleep

 

Translated by Wagner Miranda

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Geruza’s blog (in Brazilian Portuguese): http://geruzazelnys.blogspot.com.br/

 








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