, por Maria Beatriz Faria

I’ll write and write

Until my mind is empty

Or at least until it’s not so heavy

And if I end up

Having written a library

I hope

Someday

Someone

Picks up a cup

And reads it all

Proofs of my heart, weary

Heartbreaks Come in spring For me Maybe Because it is nature’s time

Love and flowers And monsters and beasts All the green in the world The envy, Planted,

Life Is made of moments In which You lay upon your eyes And dream

Another poem lost on me Because I didn’t run down the sta… To write it Like a ship lost at sea Because there were no maps or star…

Today The birds sung specially loud Or I am specially keen oh their s… I went outside to breath And came back breathless

Hades himself May come kiss my hand For I have died And been to Hell From it’s ashes

How is time So quick to pass And the weeks So far between? How is love

I often wish I needed water and food More than I do But When I’m like this