I feel the sun
in the wrinkles of my hands
empty of light
the shadows are
on the fingers
rings sparkling
the morning.
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| I am getting older in the city… |
Sinto o sol
nas rugas de minhas mãos
vazias de luz
as sombras são
nos dedos
anéis que refulgem
manhã.
In "Palavras, Músicas e Blasfémias que Envelheço na Cidade", Ulmeiro Editores, 1996
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MacKeypro says:
shifting
the night
and i feel the moon
in the shadows of my mind
full of light
really like your poem :-)
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