segunda-feira, 26 de setembro de 2011

He has green eyes.

The greenest I've seen.

Something between grass-after-rain and the sea-after-storm.

Being neither rain,

nor storm,

they are the shadow of a bridge

over a green lake

Or perhaps

the green I see

is quite as much green

as the brown of his wooden eyes

or as blue as a proud sky

my pretty,
pretty
chameleon...

how should I name you without whispering out loud?

how should I paint you with less colours ..?

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