segunda-feira, 28 de outubro de 2013

One for Celeste

to Celeste Mae

Sometimes, walking and crossing streets, we meet someone.
Sometimes someone shouts something interesting
and the will to meet each other starts developing.
Sometimes we make friends. Sometimes we don't.
Who knows what future plans for us?
Who knows how long it will last?
Sometimes we don't have to cross the streets
nor even walk.
Sometimes we don't have to shout or say something.
Sometimes we only need some time
to learn and teach
in both virtual languages.
Sometimes we make friends.
But only sometimes.
Hope it is mine.
Hope my poetry touches
and teaches... sometimes.

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