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quinta-feira, 3 de abril de 2014
Smoke Signal
why
don't you
write to me
a small message
about no matter what
about your dreams or
how you got off your bed
the way you brushed
your teeth or
how you tought
about me at
breakfast
even about
your feelings
you may write
or how you
don't love
me anymore
but, oh
please
don't let
me hanging
on this cliff
of anguish and
hope with
sharks all
over
below
waiting
to eat
me
raw
write me
a small
message
about the
traffic
congestion
when you
left to
work or
about
the beggar
looking
at you
before
you
got
into
the
building
but, oh
please
don't
leave
me
begging
for this
piece of
information
I treasure
with my
heart
beating
so hard
you can
feel it
through
these
words
Rodrigo Aleixo
terça-feira, 1 de abril de 2014
Dry Beginnings
Then it thundered in me
The rain flooded everything inside
And a sudden heat dried it all out
Something must end in order to start afresh
And it was blinding
The dullness of my memories
For non-existing passages
Those of a beautiful present
That could have been
And it's still deafening
The silence accompanying my
Un-yelled yell, that isn't echoing
That you won't hear
And I'm yet to suffer
Now a desert ravages inside
And I
I must quietly wait in my oasis
For something that starts is always bound to end
Rodrigo Aleixo
The rain flooded everything inside
And a sudden heat dried it all out
Something must end in order to start afresh
And it was blinding
The dullness of my memories
For non-existing passages
Those of a beautiful present
That could have been
And it's still deafening
The silence accompanying my
Un-yelled yell, that isn't echoing
That you won't hear
And I'm yet to suffer
Now a desert ravages inside
And I
I must quietly wait in my oasis
For something that starts is always bound to end
Rodrigo Aleixo
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