quinta-feira, 14 de agosto de 2014

Without clocks

I was born on 
a sunny and lazy afternoon:
clocks were snoozing
half past two.

It has been one long race
against the ticks
of time so far.

I learned to read and 
write, but also to expand
with my dreams at night.

All was – and still is –
about Love.


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