Poets like to talk about shepherds
Give me
flowers
give me
wine
give me
women
and I will
transform worlds,
galaxies,
the universe curvature,
and I will
find a solution
for the
Zenon paradox.
I know, as
if was the fate,
I have to
sing shepherds
even
without a pastoral flute.
Far way,
Vergilius, watches over
his
shepherds, and the poets.
Maybe from
an anonymous epicurean eye
shepherds
will be born again, and poets
can rest in
peace.
António Eduardo Lico
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