(1. desistindo de Whiteslippers)

(Um poema que escrevi
sobre a moça Sapatinhos-brancos,
certa vez, quando desistia dela...)


LAMENT or LAY

How bitterly do I miss
Whiteslippers
my love
my secret happiness
my most expected disaster

She is not coming here today
oh no: it's not for her that I wait
not today

However _ it's for her that I long
and linger
in the dust of my own ruin
in the oblivion of every little amount of accontable happiness
tha I could ever have
had