The small feet of Pavlova
flow in space; leaping
through invisible clouds of air.
Fragile dawns never touching the soil.
Her small golden feet
suspended as fish in
an aquarium of wind.
(To Anna Pavlova)
J.T.Parreira
Saturday, May 26, 2007
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Villegiatura
VILLEGIATURA by Joao Tomaz Parreira (JTParreira)
May 8, 2007 1:55 PM in Literary Kicks
We wait for cross the crowd
on the beach, we cross arms
photographic legs, breasts
raised for the fire of the beauty
we pass over sand castles, and the air
does not support our body
we fall into the sea
soon we will walk across the Atlantic.
(To Billy Collins)
May 8, 2007 1:55 PM in Literary Kicks
We wait for cross the crowd
on the beach, we cross arms
photographic legs, breasts
raised for the fire of the beauty
we pass over sand castles, and the air
does not support our body
we fall into the sea
soon we will walk across the Atlantic.
(To Billy Collins)
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