sábado, 29 de junho de 2013

Love was all to me

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

Small hours

small hours in a garden the size of my sight
walking slow not to miss a thing
a bud, a bird, another walker

garden so dandy as his face
almost open gates, broken old walls
close your yes once more, please

sábado, 1 de junho de 2013


Those who believe in community should not expect to receive it from others, but be willing to show what is means by offering it to all.