sábado, 6 de janeiro de 2018

I feel ...



Of longing... I lost myself
I lived the pain of a love feeling that survived the world.
Separated by the death of one ... the other follows ...
Still lost
Today living the pain of a love fed by the soul
I am what I feel, and I feel what I think.

I avoid thinking about trying to reduce the pain ...
I dream...

Fragmented dreams that make me whole
And in the distance between bodies, I hear the voice
I live ....

Unable to touch
I feel ...


Rosa Soares