quarta-feira, 17 de setembro de 2014

Mask

Under that sketch,
beneath your face,
there is a heartbreak,
that is imposed on you by someone else.

Behind that joy,
which you only appear to have,
there is a sublime agony,
that I do not know how you endure.

And what your eyes leak,
beyond the inert body,
are heartaches already felt,
revived sorrows,
and repressed pains.

But even if you were distant,
already only like a shadow in my memory,
you would never be in any instant,
despoiled of all your glory.

For a friend...

Breno Sarranheira.



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