i held you like a lover happy hands and your elbow in the appropriate place and we ignored our others' happy plans for that delicate look upon your face our bodies moved and hardened hurting parts of your garden with no room for a pardon in a place where no one knows what we have done do you come together ever with him? is he dark enough enough to see your light? do you brush your teeth before you kiss? do you miss my smell? is he bold enough to take you on? do you feel like you belong? does he drive you wild? or just mildly free? what about me? you held me like a lover sweaty hands and my foot in the appropriate place we used cushions to cover happy glands and the mild issue of our disgrace our minds pressed and guarded while our flesh disregarded the lack of space for the light-hearted in the boom that beats our drum and i know i make you cry i know sometimes you wanna die but do you really feel alive without me? if so be free if not leave him for me before one of us has accidental babies for we are ...
Digo e afirmo:"Devia perguntar-me porque escrevo isto. E por vezes pergunto-me realmente: nunca sei bem. O que é verdadeiro não se sabe porque é, e quando se sabe porque é, já não interessa, porque já foi. Escrevo como respiro, por uma conformação especial do meu corpo, que é curioso." Vergílio Ferreira in Alegria Breve