I give shelter to my insomnia in the wing of my dream
and I dream I am a passing cloud
that protects me from the hot
and unlikely sun
that will be rising
and
certainly
flooding me of light.
que me protege do sol
quente e inverosimil
que vai nascer
e
por certo
inundar-me de luz.
by Armando TABORDA, 2013
(post 1st edition, 2013; 2nd edition, 2018; 3rd edition, 2022)
5 comments
Xata said:
Armando Taborda replied to Xata:
Le miroir de l'aube said:
Où est le refuge quand le soleil est mort?
Insomnia , l'ange noire des nuits seul.
Armando Taborda replied to Le miroir de l'aube:
Armando Taborda said: