Monday, November 30, 2009

Raquel Chaves

I am in relation to the wind.
That which brings me your voice.
I have a friendship with the rose.
It's bloom, its thorns come
from you.
I already knew the bird
that in the mornings
visits my window.
It has not arrived with you.
I was left carrying on through the rain.
It has brought water
like my eyes, looking at you.

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