entumescido de amor acumulado
Virtudes e pecados, dor e prazer, temas banais. O seu e o seu contrário. Depois veremos melhor.
I feel a despair
in the thought
of you —
above...
and beyond...
repair!
And still I polish the floor
where your shadow
used to lie,
then fold myself
into the small hours —
each one a drawer
with nothing left
to keep.