Luzes da Cidade

sexta-feira, 18 de abril de 2008

Whithout you


Without you

I am which a bookshelf without books

books without back of a book

without ears

without pages

without letters

without content

without you

without you I am not nothing

I am only turned page

an interrupted phrase

a contaneid emotion

a frustrate desire

a lost point

in a deviated paragraph

Without you

Without you I am not nothing

I am only one attempt of romance

an abortade personage

a novel without tram

a story without surprise

a meaningless poem

an assay on the failuree

nothing more

without you .

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