E se?
E se eu pudesse pôr tudo em palavras:
Exatas,
Fechadas,
Redondas?
E se tu fosses simples
E eu fosse assim?
E se o divã fosse de Morfeu,
Os lençóis no real,
E os sonhos, passado?
E se Freud fosse Krueger,
Virginia, o big bad Woolf,
E Amado menos amante?
E se eu escrevesse,
E tu lesses?
Será que assim,
Eu ouvia de novo tua voz?
sexta-feira, 24 de julho de 2009
domingo, 12 de julho de 2009
Love it!
Love it, love’em, love “tout”!
Well, but I have! – said I
I did it too much.
But… how? How is that? How much?
Much too much:
To the bones, to “mon coeur”;
Through the soul;
yes, even there.
But when, where, whom?
It is of no importance now…
For now, I love still:
Enough of them,
But not enough of each.
Well, but I have! – said I
I did it too much.
But… how? How is that? How much?
Much too much:
To the bones, to “mon coeur”;
Through the soul;
yes, even there.
But when, where, whom?
It is of no importance now…
For now, I love still:
Enough of them,
But not enough of each.
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