terça-feira, 14 de fevereiro de 2012


I think I was searching for treasures or stones
in the clearest of pools
when your face...

__________when your face
like the moon in a well
where I might wish...

__________might well wish
for the iced fire of your kiss
only on water my lips, where your face...

where your face was reflected, lovely
not really there when I turned
to look behind at the emptying air

the emptying air

(Carol Ann Duffy)

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