sexta-feira, 2 de setembro de 2005


I have created
a house made of flowers
flowers away from the city
to compensate
a dull absence of life
a slow approach to reality.
Strangely I see
how pointless this was
when a large group of men
hidden in black & white stills
started whispering
compact packs of tenderness
in quick, rythmic succession.
I must put and end to this
too much love around
no can't stand it
no more