I know, but do not know you exist.
why the gods do not exist, there is no loneliness
and only hurts your absence
like a bonfire or a cry.
Do not ask me how but I still remember when in the fall
grew in your chest
two bright oranges I squeezed my hands and perfumed
later my mouth.
I know, do not say, let me invent yourself.
to a dream, I swear, my hands are just about
your nakedness as a shadow in the desert.
's just me that river flows and long walks in thee, for thou art the
sea that hosts my wreck. It's just a sad
unavoidable, another way to dwell
In all the words from my corner.
I have built with your name all things.
have made love in many ways,
softly, slowly
desperately looking for you, always looking for you
until I realized that art in me, in
that I should seek thee, and thou
only exist because I exist
and I'm not alone with you
but with you I want to be alone
why you,
to you that I love.
Joaquim Pessoa
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