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Vestiges
Por Leila Marinho Lage (Versão para o inglês - Antonio Cerdeira) Your past lives in the house that sheltered you. For so long, that the the cuckoo clock strings Which rust the ugly gears Prevent me from getting back to that minute. I eternalize your smell in the bed of the methodical sex. Strands of your hair still remain on the towel. The vestiges of the solitary tear Dry on the wrinkled sheets of that love without nexus. I keep your memories as if they were salvation. For them I live each moment... I blind myself of the absurd evidence, The obvious loss of our feelings. I change the same key that you took away, To hinder your improbable return, Because you left the sandals as adornment, Stepping on in the steps that you have not stepped. Thus, I go empty and forgotten along the walk Of the misled life and abandoned by you, Without ground, without haste, without a corner That may hold my useless crying. http://www.clubedadonameno.com |