Your indifference poisons the water
That I drink from your beauty.
Your mellifluous words are honey in
A cup of tea and Cantarella.
I want to hurt you with my words, but I know
That these stings and needles
Cannot cut your paper thin skin
So I swear to myself
— I’d rather love a dying flower
Muse, I don’t know
How long I’ll stay thirsty; how long will I
Care about this garden?
Nothing can make you love me, but what
Can make you lose me?
Water my love everyday — kill me little by little
Patterns of beehives — I fly around her
As if she was a pretty lily.
I beg her to
Water my love everyday
I told myself that I’d occasionally repost some of my old material, so…
Update: I just removed the picture. I guess I’ll save Rosa e Lírio for later. Personal reasons — “Lily” was, and still is, a very special person. I will keep the link, anyway.