sexta-feira, 7 de outubro de 2011


Sitting here

I subtract my life
with celebrity magazines
and the old tv

you paint your hair
moods in the neck
and exalts its reflection
with your best friend
the mirror

was a long afternoon
Devon on a Sunday
as an old blues played in your life

I was more than that
I was the anthem of the unnamed
the old chess, the forgotten picture
scratch dent, an old idea
I was his own life
I was simply
a airplane

3 comentários:

Lucas Adonai disse...

A interação que você fez com a imagem e com o texto ficou ótima :D

julianamenegussi disse...

curti a poesia! Abraços

Maíra Cintra disse...

Muito bom aki!
Voltarei sempre que puder!