Luzes da Cidade

sábado, 10 de julho de 2010

VISIT

I came to visit him
My timid finger hesitates
to ring the bell
maybe you're still sleeping
within a dream ...
I think I arrived too early
or too late ...
but in a delirious outburst
my other hand turns the doorknob
unexpected as a thief ...
I came to visit him
without any pretext without some cardboard
no flowers in my hands ...
just my legs trembling
and my verses scattered
I came to visit him
be hanged by his scarf
or find redemption in her violet scarf
came to admireher beautiful face 
your good taste
 your smiletheir accessories 
because nothing in you 
superfluous and passenger or provisional


Carlos Gutierrez

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