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. 
Onaldo

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
Onaldo

sábado, 1 de junho de 2013

Community

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.
Onaldo