Atelier
Chão
The
description may not fit the picture, in which case, please, just
ignore the copy and keep in mind that I know what original I'm
talking about.
Long
after the nymph has visited me in that old woodwormy rented room,
back then in the years of solitary enlightenment, declamatory meals
by the national conservatoire devoured in four tempos among patterns
of leotard ballerinas, me a foreigner, as always, swallowing
afternoon breeze with the move of the clock, fingering velvet skies
deep in the taste of bier, all wrapped up with Godel's statement of
incompleteness, when not messing up the lyric sound of shoes tapping
the underground of my dreams, the ones postponed by biology and
pharmacology and the harshness of a long northern winter, unknown but
desperate to kill.
Long
after that
I
found the room for a new
temple.
©
2014, José Eduardo Coelho
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