26 de nov de 2012

paperless poem

I wish close my eyes…
grasp the essence of children,
an easy melody, cheerful,
and spin on the utopian carrousel,
in my paperless poems
taking sun on the souvenir tropics.

I wish close your eyes too...
avoid time and space,
and, on the corner of my heart,
find the secret formula,
a warped and ajar door,
for the silk of your steps.

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