quinta-feira, 14 de outubro de 2010


I have endured life as a dreamer
Everlastingly sure of awakening
Some day to a hotter summer
Or even to a brighter spring.

I’ve faced days with pain and joy
I’ve been a divine being’s toy,
dove deep into frozen water
and burned to ashes, freaked and sober.

Up-down tossed by the waves to a fen,
By implacable billows of an eternal sea.
For a friend, only paper and pen,
And these pale words which speak for me.

Shirley Carreira

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