quarta-feira, 3 de novembro de 2010
One fateful day I saw myself
Scultping my travails on the surface of a shadow.
This shadow stands by me in moments of despair
This shadow brings to me the glory of this wonder
This shadow, slithering across my face,
Is only my silent, blissful tear.
This tear I sculpt like jagged glass, like frozen pain,
Like rolling sadness, like painful rain.
It's not by my will the ryhyme
Although it certainly makes me feel fine.
This frozen tear I bring to you:
A poem instilled in solid form.
Read it, drink it, swallow it -- it doesn't matter anymore.