quinta-feira, 17 de dezembro de 2015

WAITING FOR YOU

Slept peacefully
and the wind blew me your name.

At once, the skin came alive.
the look became bright and colorful
and the harbinger of the coming
filled the room.

Slept peacefully
and I did not want to break the magic of waiting.

Closed my eyes ...
filled the time of smells and sounds...
of your laughter
of your perfume.

I hung in the senses the urgency of desire,
on the lips, the hunger,
in the look, the desire
and I waited...
because waiting is tender and sweet
when I'm waiting for you.


©Graça Costa

                                                          Beatrice Boyle