quinta-feira, 11 de setembro de 2008

september 11

because of this
today a woman wrote a poem
she climbed the words like a beetle
under the sun in the afternoon
hiding the face inside the earth
she shouts her September to the dead
it is her lament
it is her part

because of that
today a scrapbook will not be blank
she will add a photograph
under the poem in the evening
hiding the ashes inside the hands
she will spread her September to the living
it is their lament
it is their part

1 comentário:

Anónimo disse...

Beautiful.
Thank you Maria.

Cath