Why do flies exist?
[Dialogue warm up]
The radio
is out of tune
That's how the frequency
lies to us
[Monologue]
Another night of
envious troubles I await
if
not even
whispers, at the least
gather by my side
satisfying
my tender appetite for
lipstick noise
I close my umbrella
and let the rain do
the rest
unless, u n l e s s
color fades from
your cheeks
and
you tremble, your legs
trying to tell me the
truth
though unreal & needless
it's always the
only way
to become
yourself
.
©
2014, José Eduardo Coelho
