quinta-feira, 8 de janeiro de 2015

Poesia (21.0)



Navy Blue

Through my gloomy eyes
The clear and bright sky
Is seen.

Night it is.

No darkness upon the living being
That holds in his poor girly heart
The passions
Of the new age
World.

Caged
Was the boy
After long conversations
Between silent people.

Nonsense;
The young man
Was wearing navy blue
He was
Himself
The night,
The sky,
And all the living dreams,
He was himself
All you could ever imagine,
He was himself
Navy blue
And all colors
That the rainbow
Wasn’t able to cast.

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