domingo, 12 de janeiro de 2020

Rotation

I adore

when you smell of leather
and taste of tea.
How I become as light as a feather
when you touch me.

I abhor

small talking over the weather
when it's not you reminding me
that in one second one can fit a forever
and of the stars and the sea.

Unlike before

I am not so lost in aether.
I know there is a woman in me
and our hands here, laced together,
are slowly setting her free.

12/01/2020

2 comentários:

  1. I believe this is the most beautiful poem in english of yours I ever read. My applause!!!
    GK

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    1. Since I am not the one to judge anymore, all I can say is thank you!

      - LBS

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08/12/2024

O excesso de medo não nos faz mais sábios.  Ele nos afasta daquilo que é para ser nosso e que, no fundo, sabemos que queremos