sexta-feira, 5 de março de 2021

Scribbled in the dark

Fotografia de Vino Li


Sat up

Like a firecracker

In bed,


By the thought

Of my death.


Hotel of Bad Dreams.

The night clerk

Deaf as a shoe brush.


Body and soul

Dressed up

As shadow puppets,

Playing their farces

And tragedies

On the walls of your room.


Oh, laggard snowflake

Falling and melting

On my dark windowpane,

Eternity, the voiceless,

Wants to hear you

Make a sound tonight.


Softly now, the fleas are awake.

Charles Simic

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