sexta-feira, 30 de maio de 2014

Reponho uma poesia do poemário Amanhecer obscuro:

Death wears in white and is young…

 We live as if Death couldn’t remember us,
with her golden bough and a magic smile.
We saw you so white and young,
as Turner painted you.
Death must be conveniently young
to be always dying

António Eduardo Lico

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