Wasted
we're
over
with
the sense of meaning
it
got stuck somewhere
on
the road
slowly
disguised
curtain
behind curtain
dimmed
to the left corner of our
focal
point
disconnected
before
embracing its
destiny
we're
over painting
skies & bodies
with
a simple blue
we
washed every trace
every
odor
of
color & days
wasted
away
with
a single stroke of
thinner.© José Coelho, 2015
Sem comentários:
Enviar um comentário