Creio ser essa minha primeira tentativa de poesia. Muitos erros de principiante e talvez não tão agradável de se ler, mas expressei (ou, ao menos, tentei) tudo que sentia no momento em que escrevi. Caso não conheçam minha vida pessoal, essa "poesia" refere-se à ansiedade de fim de ano, para um aluno de extensivo.
The joy of a living man
Strong emotions...
Heavy feelings...
Awkward situations...
I’m not sure of my destiny anymore!
Failures with compensations;
Good works with disgraces;
Uncertainties with anxiety…
Heavy feelings...
Awkward situations...
I’m not sure of my destiny anymore!
Failures with compensations;
Good works with disgraces;
Uncertainties with anxiety…
What did I do to deserve that?!
An year full of expectations and conquers;
In which I try to understand its functioning.
Well I’ve heard life’s not that simple;
Though I insist on finding a reason for everything.
A questioning maybe won’t give me what I want;
Maybe time won’t heal this anxiety deep down;
But I know life’s great and beautiful;
So I can’t be let down by these feelings.
Things ought to get better and better;
Some call this ingenuously;
But I’d rather call it simply…
Pleasure for life
An year full of expectations and conquers;
In which I try to understand its functioning.
Well I’ve heard life’s not that simple;
Though I insist on finding a reason for everything.
A questioning maybe won’t give me what I want;
Maybe time won’t heal this anxiety deep down;
But I know life’s great and beautiful;
So I can’t be let down by these feelings.
Things ought to get better and better;
Some call this ingenuously;
But I’d rather call it simply…
Pleasure for life