Wednesday, September 30, 2015

From My Window







This is about what I see from my window. The world, the people. But it's important that one thing is absolutely clear: The landscape changes everyday, and sometimes, more than once. Or maybe, my eyes change...


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Sometimes I see a poem. 
Sometimes I see a street. 

The street comes from me. 
It leads the words I see 
To the world where you all live. 

Sometimes I just don't see...
The street is dead and gone.
There's no way I can go
Back to the place I call my own.







1 comment:

  1. Seu novo blog está demais, Ana!!! Parabéns!
    E é lindo esse seu olhar de poeta para o cotidiano!
    Beijos.

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