6 de abr de 2009


O leitor e o livro...



We went to sea for a day

He wanted to know what to say

When he's asked what he'd done

In the past to someone

That he loves endlessly

Now she's gone, so is he


I went to war every morning

I lost my way but now I'm following

What you said in my arms

What I read in the charme

That I love durably

Now it's dead and gone and I am free


I went to sleep for the daytime

I shut my eyes to the sunshine

Turned my head away from the noise

Bruise and drip decay of childish toys

That I love arguably

All our labouting gone to seed


We went out to play for the evening

We wanted to hold on to the feeling

And the strech in the sun

And our breathlessness as we run

To the beach endlessly

As the sun creeps up on the sea

Lisa Hannigan


3 comentários:

Gládis Leal dos Santos disse...

Querida, Leonor

Tem prêmio pra você lá no Palavra Aberta.


Dalva M. Ferreira disse...

Amei de paixão!

Su disse...