domingo, 24 de novembro de 2013


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The Gravel-Walk
                          The Past


The open window looks at the sun.
The eye peers the horizon.
There is a looking-glass over the fender.
There is a smile in the sky.
A power comes and opens the gate.
The wind runs through the gravel-walk.
Walking, thinking, talking, siging
The little future remains dancing
                   and get boreous.



r.mello  14-15.07.2007




The Gravel-Walk
                          The Present


The yellow road starts to shine.
The sun looks at the horizon.
There is a forest between the bird and the kingdom.
There is a laught in the air.
A rainbow brights and meets the grass.
The brook passes swiftly through the gravel-walk.
Trumbling, jumping, shrieking, jesting
The little present begind to believe
                    And get glee.




r.mello 23.05.07




The Gravel-Walk
                          The Future

The gorgeous ship will be under the sea.
The candle lights the moon and the nothing.
There is an isle in the thought.
There is a sword crossed in the bare heart.
An hourglass measures the wasted time.
The neverending road cuts the gravel-walk.
Feeling, crying, peeping, raising
The little past begins to wonder
                                    to understand.
                      And get ridiculous.


r.mello        02.06.07



 Raquel Gewehr de Mello - 2013


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