Sunday, January 29, 2012

blue flowers poetry
     by andré boniatti

i don't know what flowers
(that are dying tomorrow)
they put on the sidewalk
     languished.

i don't know what lilies

(that were not lilies!).

i don't know what grin, - that were from parget, 

from ice,

     inviolably
frozen.

i don't know if rotten

that were
     or were broken.

but painned - my brain and my eyes 'bout these flowers,

(i don't know what flowers!),

in plaster,

almost to sleep.




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