Monday, February 01, 2010

Partilha ou O Poeta se faz de coitadinho

I gave you flowers
borrowed verses, stolen tunes.
In return you gave me stones
With which I buried my body.
So now you can have my bones
To pick your ivory teeth with.

2 comments:

Eriquinha said...

=(

Indelével said...

Fiz um poema pra vc