sexta-feira, 2 de dezembro de 2011

poemúm


When will love come about
Like in circles
Around
For leaving
An unvanishable mark to
These dark generations
To come?
I refuse to investigate
And instead of
Losing  slightly more oxygen
You prefer to
Leave a blueprint on the sand
And bring the pearls
To your very own room
So a key falls
And he hides rapidly
He pretends to have seen the unbearable
Making the underside of the table
The refugee of a battle


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Rita Loureiro disse...

só consegui sentir...

que doce...

esse final foi, colorido