Friday, 24 January 2014

the silver lining.

she wants the silver lining of a cold afternoon
in front of the window she draws like an angel
playing with fire and watter
she wants the childish way of walk, talk, look
she turns off the light and the cooker
she turns on her body and soul
she wants the silver lining of a life
already had lived
she looks at the night and thinks about blow on the bird
eugenia, the red and selfish bird
she thinks about gentle fingers
and how the human being is unfortunate in his own road
how we take the ride, smile to the floor, to the flowers, to the dust
and fall into a deep mistake of ideas, pre ideias, pre the present.
do not pre the present,
it's here
and it's the best thing that you
do not pre the present.

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