04 janeiro 2009

Outro poema de Hugo Williams


SATURDAY MORNING


Everyone who made love the night before
was walking around with flashing red lights
on top of their heads — a white-haired old gentlemen,
a red-faced schoolboy, a pregnant woman
who smiled at me from across the street
and gave a little secret shrug,
as if the flashing red light on her head
was a small price to pay for what she knew.

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