Outubro 25, 2011
Lava-me e leva-me.
Enfim. Posso dormir até à infância.
Áh… João César Monteiro. Recebeste subsídio?
Silence By Billy Collins There is the sudden silence of the crowd above a player not moving on the field, and the silence of the orchid.
The silence of the falling vase before it strikes the floor, the silence of the belt when it is not striking the child.
The stillness of the cup and the water in it, the silence of the moon and the quiet of the day far from the roar of the sun.
The silence when I hold you to my chest, the silence of the window above us, and the silence when you rise and turn away.
And there is the silence of this morning which I have broken with my pen, a silence that had piled up all night
like snow falling in the darkness of the house— the silence before I wrote a word and the poorer silence now.
like, bué.
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Outubro 25, 2011 at 12:12 am
Lava-me e leva-me.
Outubro 25, 2011 at 12:14 am
Enfim. Posso dormir até à infância.
Outubro 25, 2011 at 12:39 am
Áh… João César Monteiro. Recebeste subsídio?
Outubro 25, 2011 at 12:39 am
Silence
By Billy Collins
There is the sudden silence of the crowd
above a player not moving on the field,
and the silence of the orchid.
The silence of the falling vase
before it strikes the floor,
the silence of the belt when it is not striking the child.
The stillness of the cup and the water in it,
the silence of the moon
and the quiet of the day far from the roar of the sun.
The silence when I hold you to my chest,
the silence of the window above us,
and the silence when you rise and turn away.
And there is the silence of this morning
which I have broken with my pen,
a silence that had piled up all night
like snow falling in the darkness of the house—
the silence before I wrote a word
and the poorer silence now.
Outubro 25, 2011 at 12:39 am
Outubro 25, 2011 at 12:41 am
Outubro 25, 2011 at 4:47 pm
like, bué.