Thursday, March 21, 2013

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

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…


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.


Capturing the Moment said...

wow love this!!!:)