I DON'T KNOW WHAT LIGHTS BY SEBASTIÃO ALBA

1 minute read
0



I don't know which lights on board

darken the long night

and in me solemnly outline

the sensations in the shadow


fragile coasts

return the scattered sea

and on the sides of the hull

a monotonous sound

Only my lulled desires

tremble

at each indefinite promontory,

they resign themselves stiffly

to the railing

or, if a lighthouse comes around,

they are nuclear and white


but dawn

comes with candle flakes,

a sun of adolescence and soap operas

discovers the insulated lover

and a bell rings for breakfast.

Post a Comment

0Comments

Leave a comment behind

Post a Comment (0)

#buttons=(Ok, Go it!) #days=(20)

Our website uses cookies to enhance your experience. Learn more
Ok, Go it!