In the window, rest, comet bent over. At a glance I look carefully
rest, tired, one last time. Unconditionally
rest, in his world sentenced, starving for my thoughts
bits and pieces slowly disappear and in orionidaes rain.
Rest my calvary, whose meteorites strip off themselves of pure feelings.
It coming to the solarium, in crawling grains, where clouds absorb it,
where rest, awake, still dreaming, shattered moments:
"Remembering couldn't be worse than reviving what had lost?"
Where we will suffer the pieces of the heady sun that died in a moment.
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Calvary Comet (English Version)
PoetryCalvary Comet is the second book of poems by MM. Simão. Written in the first person the protagonist of each poem is immersed in deep thoughts that are entangled in the profusion of voices and insanities, producing sensations and restlessness to the...
