THE GLASS SHADE( A REDOMA )

I walk deep steps on poem's surface

like who walk on your own uncertainly


floating on the froth of the desire

my unconscious that is half of me

in my hollow-eyed leave my phantasms


I join anxiously the instant

between the triumph and the pain

undressed of the masks that arrest me at world


I'm arrested in a glass shade of the my horrors' days

like all that traficc in the street's silence

becoming perfectly viable in a world inviable


unbreakable in a body as

fragile as a poem.
 
 
                                                                                   Gilberto Felinto.

Comentários

Postagens mais visitadas deste blog

APENAS IR ME

GOTA DE EXISTÊNCIA

SAL DO TEMPO