quinta-feira, 14 de agosto de 2014

- take me, Mother;




as she walked late at night, completely alone, on the emptiest pathway
she stared at the full moon, huge and splendorous, and begged

take me, Mother, because I see no point in going away
if every bit of me wants to stay forever
immortal in these trees, immortal in the dandelions that once were
seeds and flower, and now just carbon atoms
lost in the rainy atmosphere of the Paradise

what is the point of saying goodbye
if I'm taking everything
all changes add a bit
and this bit I'll forever carry
with me

so take my body, Mother
because my soul like dandelions
were once seeds and flower
and now it is just carbon atoms spread here

take me, Mother

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Não repares se a forma é apurada
Ou se a métrica foi talvez torcida
Olhe somente a vida dos meus versos
Que a vida do meu verso - é a minha vida.

Vinicius de Moraes