Steal heaven,
stars maybe.
Never steal a heart,
or a tiny cloud,
for they'll
hunt your soul
forever.
Steal me when I'm standing still,
steal a violet,
or a bike.
Beware of your hands,
for they steal
nothing worthy;
a wearable cricket
is to find
in one's pocket.
Try a grain,
a bit of sand,
all kinds of air blowing.
Maybe they'll listen
to your diving into a tricky foam
somewhere in Venus...
(inspirado num poema de Jim Jarmusch em moriana2)
May be they'll listen...gostei. Beijos.
ResponderEliminari would steal a violet :)
ResponderEliminarA arte de roubar de P. António Vieira, sempre!!
ResponderEliminarMaybe stealing some violets isn't so strange, after all.