19 April 2009

MOMENTS


As the moon shine on earth
The smallest things became brighter.

You are still there breathing softly
And your smiles follow your words
As the wind touch your mind.

Short moments in eternity full of kindness...

In a hovel of a bed without covers,
we want to slide.
In a dream without an end
we loved to wake up.

And your body touches my eyes as it calls me
to accept the loneliness of your cry.

Glad to smell your beauty…
As the moon shine on earth.

G.P.T. (1991)

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