sexta-feira, 7 de março de 2008

Inexistent

The night rules,
The day has long faded,
There’s no one here but you and me.

We own this place.
A rotted smell hangs in the air,
And that is ours too.

So here we are,
Day after day.
Night after night,
Never changing positions,
Never changing emotions,
Never changing our peace of mind.

We’re no more.

Cátia Ribeiro

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