segunda-feira, 21 de setembro de 2009

On the moon

Well, it couldn´t be wrong
for he did all he did just to hide and get rid
of it all:
and that´s all he could take
before these things laid unawake
had gotten up to take a walk;

And it´s a shame, you still doubt
for they did what they did to let us dream about
the glory of it all:
and, if you live just one more day,
for god´s sake,
tell them you´ve got a little more to hear,
a little more to say;

Before you go to heaven,
there´s a whole story to tell,
a century of prayers to pray.

2 comentários:

Léo Nóvoa disse...

Porra, tu continua com tuas escrivinhanças matadoras. Vou voltar a ser assíduo aqui.
Abraços

Felippe Gomes Martins disse...

Rapaz, gostei de seus poemas e poesias, muito bons. Tenho um blog parecido, porém sou leigo e não tuberculoso! jejje'
De uma passada lá.
www.poetadosloucos.blogspot.com