quarta-feira, 18 de dezembro de 2013

Lying on the sand
wet by sea water
eyes closed on a voyage.

Nude she walks
seeing him
observes:
is he dead
alive
both?
Thinks she.

Stretching his arm
by some painful cramp
she knows he lives.

She looks back
she looks at the ground
she looks at him

She goes to him.


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