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27/10/11

"The Reader"



Who reads her while she reads? Her eyes slide
under the paper, into another world
while all we hear of it
or see is the slow surf of turning pages.
Her mother might not recognize her,
soaked to the skin as she is in her own shadow.
How could you then? You with your watch and your tongue
still running, tell me: how much does she lose
when she looks up? When she lifts
the ladles of her eyes, how much
flows back into the book, and how much
spills down the walls of the overflowing world?
Children, playing alone, will sometimes
come back suddenly, seeing what it is
to be here, and their eyes are altered. Hers too. Words
she’s never said reshape her lips forever.


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3 comentários:

  1. damas e cavalheiros do mui ilustre Sombras, é só para vos informar que vos dediquei um posto, já agora gostaria que soubessem... pronto

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  2. desculpa dear Zé. andamos errantes por aqui. muito, muito obrigada (do coração)

    ana

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