What comes next
LPC en citas | Noviembre 19, 2009
It seemed the kind of life we wanted.
Wild strawberries and cream in the morning.
Sunlight in every room.
The two of us walking by the sea naked.
Some evenings, however, we found ourselves
Unsure of what comes next.
Like tragic actors in a theater on fire,
With birds circling over our heads,
The dark pines strangely still,
Each rock we stepped on bloodied by the sunset.
Clouds Gathering, by Charles Simic
image by Richard Hamilton
From Clara Darling
“Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.”
- Marcel Proust
Puesto por urbinaga a las Noviembre 19, 2009 09:38 AM