Saturday, September 22, 2007

I got soul, but I'm not a soldier

To Create ...

"To create one must question everything"
Eileen Gray

Antes do Outono

...To Be Back

The Hanging Man

By the roots of my hair some god got hold of me.
I sizzled in his blue volts like a desert prophet.

The nights snapped out of sight like a lizard's eyelid :
A world of bald white days in a shadeless socket.

A vulturous boredom pinned me in this tree.
If he were I, he would do what I did.

Sylvia Plath