Uma língua
feita de palavras perdidas.
Eu. Você. Sossego.
Enquanto você esteve fora,
eu caminhei sozinha
de um pólo ao outro
do meu pequeno mundo,
o coração escondido
onde niguém pudesse
encontrá-lo,
você o meu único
ponto fraco.
A language
made of
lost words.
You. I. Quiet.
While you were away,
I walked my little world
from pole to pole by myself,
hid my heart
where no one else
could find it,
my only weakness,
you.
How lovely to have a chance to visit the beautiful Poesia Torta blog - one of my all time favourite places.
ReplyDeleteYour words strike the chords of remembered sorrow, and make me want to weep a little for all of life's disappointments.
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