Once… a few verses
Once I
wrote a few verses
there were
nightingales on your fingers,
green
snakes grew up from your hair
as if
Spring was inside you
I wrote a
few more
but I
can’t remember them
they were
destroyed
by the
acid only time has
someone
told me
that using
the word acid
was good
for my poetry
critics
love reading
this word
trough the poems
oh
critics, see how well
I use the
word acid!
What? No,
I am not a chemist
nor even a
grammarian
I just
draw words
without
knowing the meaning
If I was a
poet, pardon, a critic
or a thin
literate, I should know
that
nightingales belong to the dawn
and
snakes to the Scriptures.
Spring
is a question of Cancer
or
Capricorn, all depends on latitude.
I am
not a geographer
and I have
to finish some verses:
there were
nightingales on your fingers,
green
snakes grew up from your hair
as if was
Spring inside you…
If you
don’t mind!
António Eduardo Lico
Por encima de todo lo que digan, cada uno deja salir de sí lo que hay dentro. No se puede gustar a todo el mundo; pero una parte del mundo adora tus poesías :)
ResponderEliminarUn beso.
Me gustan ,mucho
Asi es. Verdad que no se puede agradar a todo el mundo, a todas las personas.
EliminarGracias a todos que les gustan mis letras.
Buen fin de semana.
Besos.
los críticos hacen su trabajo
ResponderEliminarhay quienes les consideran para todo
y hay quienes poco y nada le importa lo que opinen estos señores
que para gustos ... los colores
buena fin de semana
Asi es Licha, de acuerdo.
EliminarBuen fin de semana.
Há sempre um poema à minha espera, não importa em que língua esteja vazado.
ResponderEliminarAbraços, amigo,
Pois é Caro amigo, algumas vezes "saem" umas poesias em línguas estrangeiras. Trata-se de um conjunto de senhoras que moram em mim e que muitas vezes se expressam nessas línguas.
EliminarAbraço.