tuesday.
the third time i call you in my imagination
looking for something under the desk
for some kind of note: crystalline forgivenesses,
streams of tear drops and truths,
anonymous, sulphurous, disinfected. nothingness.
but today musical signs will take over
my thoughts,
but the heart, nudging, nudging,
like a cunning wand waving:
one, two, three, four, one, two, three, four,
one, two, 3, 4…
5.000 times no!
one day i’ll see you
far from feline eyes…
and nevertheless it will be real
as it always was.
the third time i call you in my imagination
looking for something under the desk
for some kind of note: crystalline forgivenesses,
streams of tear drops and truths,
anonymous, sulphurous, disinfected. nothingness.
but today musical signs will take over
my thoughts,
but the heart, nudging, nudging,
like a cunning wand waving:
one, two, three, four, one, two, three, four,
one, two, 3, 4…
5.000 times no!
one day i’ll see you
far from feline eyes…
and nevertheless it will be real
as it always was.
terça.
terceira vez que te ligo de imaginação
procurando embaixo das mesas
algum recado: perdoares cristalinos,
gotas de lágrimas e de verdades,
anônimas, sulfurosas, desinfetadas. nada.
mas hoje notas musicais tomarão conta
de meus pensamentos,
menos do coração, que cutuca, cutuca,
feito batuta astuta:
um, dois, três, quatro, um, dois, três, quatro,
um, dois, 3, 4…
5.000 vezes não!
um dia eu vou te ver
longe de olhares felinos…
e ainda assim será de verdade
como sempre foi.
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