sábado, 29 de junho de 2013
There was a time when love was all to me
a tangerine, the taste in my mouth
such a heat, a fret in a hug
or the thought of this all.
Today?! Why talk of what is yet to go?
May there be a lover, a surprise in me.
Of out there no word is left to say
nor strength to listen, if the wind tossed a word.
quarta-feira, 12 de junho de 2013
sábado, 1 de junho de 2013
sexta-feira, 24 de maio de 2013
they want me to say amen to their delight and join in
as my atoms give up being me and dream of becoming trees
"no groans, no tears" they say in their green manifesto
for a while I understand, but its only half me left to plug in
and as I finish this, there may be only the remembrance of ...
Onaldo A Pereira