sexta-feira, 26 de fevereiro de 2010


A flowerpot contour
ethereal rosebuds,
a piano quivering
in dreamlike keys:
a solitary, unrequited nocturne
or a gentle romance,
a serenade played by two.
Likewise in heavens,
corpse brides and grooms,
unredeemable drankards
of love,
waltzing in alcoves of mist
under long moonlit memories
or spectral candlelight flicks.

(Fernando Campanella)

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