Aquarela

16 Aug 2004

Personal Processes, Poetry, Português

Fito a tela branca e ela me fita de volta.
Não são os pensamentos que me faltam
nem as idéias que se esconderam indefinidamente.

Escondi de mim mesma as peças do quebra-cabeça
para que com o tempo, peça por peça,
eu possa colorir o branco-vazio com uma aquarela.

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