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.