sábado, 24 de abril de 2010

My English poems: my

my

i hear the pieces of my head
that fall
as the clock ticks into history.

and what is left of my intellect
falters unwillingly
through the inner space.

for when the head is an empty room
of blank conclusions
that break the time

i can accept
that the pieces which now depart
were part of a logic
bigger than mine.

2 comentários:

  1. Oi adorei seu blog ...
    Linkei ele ..
    belas poesias...
    maravilhosas!!!

    bjus
    t+

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  2. Obrigada pela visita :)

    É um prazer ter este blog e uma alegria encontrar pessoas que gostem dele.

    Bjo

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