Carnaúba dos Dantas - Brazil |
Your eyes have
A non-defined color
And, perhaps because of this,
You can see the other tones in everything
From the cold gray
Of few shades,
That I coldly plan,
You can identify a small
Sick pink
That motivates my grit
In the green-water lies
That I tell to please you.
You only see the red
Bloody one
That burns me!
You see the invisible notes
With your eyes
Which color, then,
My mother,
Is the soul
That I have mixed
With mine?
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