quinta-feira, 19 de outubro de 2017



From ruby to marble
your lips silenced
the petal of the words
that flowed from you

From crystal to pearls
your corneas a fog
don’t reflect anymore
they’re only curtains

From flexible titanium
to pounded iron
your members stopped
at the position of that instant

From visible to invisible
a brief blow
that lost itself in time
your soul escaped
to a remote dawn.

Paulo Corrêa Meyer

New York, 19/4/2015.

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