sexta-feira, 19 de junho de 2009

back to nothing


He did not speak,
he sat there
smoking
standing aside
almost forgotten
behind the smoke rings.
I was in front of him
(he pierced me with his look).
I did not sigh.
I waited
as the rain came.
He said nothing
though.
I found my ashes,
my unexpected dreams.
We both left,
no word,
no glare,
no nothing...
The skies produced a raven
while pouring
water drops
out of nowhere...


(inspirado no execerto dum poema de Jacques Prevert in moriana)

(imagem retirada de celticjeweler.com)

1 comentário:

Paula Raposo disse...

Excelente! Adorei...beijos.