Thursday, March 21, 2013

Pequeno contributo para o dia mundial da poesia / poetry day small contribute:

 
Secret
Where are my hands,
Which I raised to the sky?
Where's my own sin
... Which I sang on my cry?

Sometimes I dream.
And even on my dreams
Its foggy like steam.
To me, what does it seem?

I defeat the velvet skin
Into the floor,
Where bodies spin,
Where secrets die,
Where bodies have been...
Where corps lay,
Where lines are thin…
 
Gallardo

2 comments:

Max Coutinho said...

Wow, G!

You have a poetic soul within you. When are you going to stop surprising me, eh? lol :)

Very beautiful poem indeed: it is a worthy homage.

Cheers

Capturing the Moment said...

wow love this!!!:)
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