blue flowers poetry
     by andré boniatti

i don't know what flowers
(which 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 hurted - my brain and my eyes 'bout these flowers,
(i don't know what flowers!),

in plaster,
almost to sleep.

in: http://poiesisboniatti.hd1.com.br/poesia/poiesis_poesia44.htm

and in: http://www.recantodasletras.com.br/poesiasdetristeza/3216936