A thought on kindness

" That best portion of a good man's life are his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love. "

( William Wordsworth )

Indifferent

We start a new life yet the life we lived before can never and will by no means cease being ours, written off our books, in spite of us turning the page and again a new chapter being written.

A different picture,

a new book perhaps

These lines too are nothing but a reflection, a souvenir …

... mirror to the past.

Again it will all revolve there where its existence was never brought to an end.

Miragem

Desconsolado sorriso apartado de si mesmo
Sem ter mais porque encantar
Sou assim

Desgarrada,
Promessas e silencio …
Sem que eu queira anoitecem
Enegrecem o olhar

Devaneio
Delírio de quem já de lágrimas se embriagou,
Alucinou

Musa de si mesma
Miragem
Jamais desejei, sonhei
Cantar um cântico
Triste assim

Alvorecer frio da manha
Sem que eu queira anoiteço