quarta-feira, outubro 12, 2005

Epithaf For a Greek Sailor

The sea goes on
Till every destiny melts in an
only one face and feeling
Don’t you know all the things you left
behind
they leave a tiny trace
as the boat cut the waves
and then it's
route slowly vanishes.
To go
or to arrive
only the travelling
until
can be told

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