sábado, 24 de maio de 2008

a sore

sure I'll wait for you
as long as you're worth waiting for
I wish I'd seen you first
before
but I was late
and now - no more
short and lived, short-lived as every love will ever be
and still I pour
my blinks into a cup and drink them up
until - no more

sexta-feira, 16 de maio de 2008

To India

A Lucas Viriato

I want to go to India
I'll keep a peacock feather in my pocket
and touch it from time to time
while I think of something yellow.

I want to go to India
I'll look at people in the eyes
and hold their hands
while my tears make them uncomfortable.

I want to go to India
I'll wear a flowered necklace throughout
and when I'm ready
I'll put my hands together and touch my forehead then my chest
and say goodbye.