terça-feira, 31 de agosto de 2010

A drop of rain

In the presence of your beauty
I'm a drop of rain inside the ocean

At the sweet murmur of your breath
I'm melted ice returning to the clouds

When you speak
you leave me shapeless
Vulnerable to whatever form you wish of me

When you look firmly in my eyes
I tremble

You leave me without air to breathe

When our tongues meet
and you taste my lips
I know that I've died and gone to the eternal paradise

and I couldn't picture heaven any sweeter than waking up tangled in your arms

- Bartolomeu Parreira Nascimento - Miami 2002

(Nota: poema escrito para um antigo amor quando tinha 16 anos e morava em Miami)

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