sábado, 30 de março de 2013

a fine man

a man walked dangerously
to the city's downtown.
as I inhaled the wind,
my heart stood there;
quiet as a bastard.

«could he see me?»
I asked this bullshit, several times,
to the same people
who thought they had broken him.

it was a mixture of feelings,
because who even cares
about a broken man?

Ricardo Rodrigues

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