quarta-feira, 19 de janeiro de 2011

The Haunting Void



that keeps gnawing at my liver, depleting me
of whatever thoughts and sparks and sprouts
should spring from within.

that knocks at the hollow rib-cage, taunting
a shadow of freedom to my voice, jingling its keys
to the prisoner.

that.


4 comentários:

Thamara M. disse...

I wish I could write as good as you do. Thanks for the support and also for the friendship which exists for a long time and now with a very large distance.
Luck in everything!
xoxo. Your always student Thamara.

Leon disse...

You are such a sweetheart for paying me a visit here in this place where dust and cobwebs have gathered and taken over. Know that you can count on me for whatever you need! Keep writing! Don't you ever feel down if few people comment on the things you write!

Take care!


Cheers

Eliane Gonçalves Moreira disse...

Será que algum dia voltaras a falar comigo?
Fico encantada pela forma densa quase sangrenta que compôe seus textos.
bjs na alma.

Eliane Gonçalves Moreira disse...

Amor, amor e amor é tudo o que sinto por ti. Saudades infindas de sua Li,