Monday, June 25, 2007

Ao acaso (Maio 2002)

Posted Sand


When I asked them
If they knew how I felt
Those stray dogs just smiled
And somehow reassured me
To post this sand to you

Posted sand crosses oceans
In and out of planes
Through tired hands
Brown, black or white

Posted sand reaches you
Posted sand in your room
Your blue eyes rest on these pebbles

It doesn’t take up space in the cupboard
Of my blue imagination.

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