Estilhaços
Cátia de França
Shards
because life is
your dining table is
without proper tablecloths
from a piece of ground
a light bed of love, door, heart, open
you have at every hour an always near dawn
because your time is
you have no waiting you have a hug at every moment
your life is a constant departure
you don't have cold blood
cold as asphalt
your world is not made, made only of steel
you spread shards of love
your thirst is calm
calm of green soul
your hunger is the source from which man is born
you spread shards of love
your body has no north
either does it have the south
there is no shackle that holds your hands
your road has no stain, stain of loneliness
it's the sky, the sun, the sound
in the fingers of your hand
