Às vezes, encontro-me nas palavras dos outros. Mais raramente, nas minhas.
Por pura coincidência. Em pura coincidência.
13 de outubro de 2009
LENGHT OF MOON
Then the golden hour Will tick its last And the flame will go down in the flower. A briefer length of moon Will mark the sea-line and the yellow dune. Then we may think of this, yet There will be something forgotten And something we should forget. It will be like all things we know: A stone will fail; a rose is sure to go. It will be quiet then and we may stay long at the picket gate But there will be less to say.