segunda-feira, 22 de setembro de 2008

Memória






e vinha a luz
e guardava-te

e eu guardava-te
também

em lugares mais seguros
que fotografias
ou poemas



gil t. sousa




3 comentários:

vanus disse...

aposto que dentro dos bolsos dos casacos, para se(te) encontrar quando menos se espera
:)

Anónimo disse...

poema lindo.




mais abaixo a foto.grafia também.

V. disse...

com o poema, lembrei-me desta música:

if i could look beyond your face
and photograph your hidden place
would i find you smiling in the picture?

i don't know what you want
because you don't know
so what's the point of asking?

far too many ways to go
we learn so much but never know
where to look
or when we should stop looking

i can love the whole of you.
the poetry i stole from you
and hide inside my stomach

it's easy to get lost in you
and fall asleep inside of you
i want to return to you
a reason to be here

no i don't know what you want
and you don't know
so what's the point of asking?

you're almost happy
almost content
but your head hurts


beijinho*