When your mind is born
Give me an eye of sadness
Because life becomes death
In your core of sweet madness

(VL, Carcavelos, 1997)

2 comentários:

  1. You've got to stop reminding me of the poems I've kept for myself through the years. Look what you're doing... Now I have to show you this one:

    Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night,
    Brother to Death, in silent darkness born:
    Relieve my languish, and restore the light,
    With dark forgetting of my cares, return;

    And let the day be time enough to mourn
    The shipwreck of my ill-adventur'd youth:
    Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn,
    Without the torment of the night's untruth.

    Cease dreams, th' imagery of our day-desires,
    To model forth the passions of the morrow;
    Never let rising sun approve you liars,
    To add more grief to aggravate my sorrow.

    Still let me sleep, embracing clouds in vain;
    And never wake to feel the day's disdain.

    Samuel Daniel (from Delia)

  2. I´m glad to have "made you" share this poem with me... If only to have the privilege of reading such beautiful words... but, perhaps, a bit more than that.