por Cristina Bresser
Postado em 06 de de 2018 às 11:29
We never walk hand-in-hand, we are zombies in a hypnotic routine
It steals our dreams, it ruins our agenda
Performing ordinary tasks in a non-future vacuum
I always read the previous day's papers, picked up in the trash.
No problem, life has no hurry. Yesterday things still exist today.
What is left is my dirty finger-paint, leaving fingerprints on the water.
I need to shave. I need a new face.
Our shoulders touched, so embarrassing
I looked into her eyes but I did not see me reflected there.
What a saw were her first wrinkles. Embarrassing.
I need to get out of here. As soon as now.
It is so tight that it does not fit anymore
Our mad, straightjacket love
Consultoria em Carreira e Desenvolvimento Humano.