on the verge of the word VII

> Fotografia MP Ao vento conto segredos, em sigilo disfarçado resguardo-os e disperso-os em grãos finos de areia fina. E as dunas embalam-me. No céu escrevo cartas, todas as cartas com todas as letras que encontro, cartas de paixão e amor, enrolo-as em metáforas papel e sopro. E o céu abre-se. Nesta ausência feita de sonho construo a eternidade. Slow down, you’re innocent and frail, Words may make you fail, You’re green before the world. Limitless in pain but precious just the same, Life’s from skies above. Easy, you know my life is yours; You’ve heard it all before. It’s true – can’t be denied. Limitless in pain, life’s a dying game, You’ll play it well I’m sure. You’ll learn sweet Love from scratch, You’ll scream and dream and laugh, And then you may come back and do it all again.