Fit To One's Name

Fit To One's Name

Simple is dying everyday. While

letters are being written the sun twists

its colors – weak embryos of nights – and

rests. Through eyes then killed

histories of lives seeking the only purpose

fit to one's name and

crumbling hearts. A side effect

not to despise, whether enjoyable or not

to be proven

yet.

© 2017, José Coelho

Possibilidades / Possibilities

Qual astro à deriva no firmamento
assim eu me deixo
guiar por equações da física emocional;
talvez um dia colida
na rota de um corpo maior
com esse que da poeira
me trará em seu
céu.
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As a star adrift in the firmament so I let myself be guided by equations of emotional physics; maybe one day I will crash on the route of a larger body with whom from dust will bring me into his heaven.

© 2017, José Coelho