You play,
over the strengh of voice,
like the wind with our leaves
you play,
again with silence,
beside the invisible line
that may one day be crossed over
you play,
under the skin of time,
hidden glance looking inside
you play,
behind the space that surrounds music,
bitter tick-tock remembering
we are getting older
you play,
with me,
without me,
the game of games
that is our lifetime.
You play
Abril 8, 2006 · No Comments
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