with legs intertwined

with legs intertwined

we stood

i watched you leave

for all the days that stood between us

empty beds

empty choices

i see the light go out in the next room

through the arch

of an oblivious door

it’s like seeing the light go out

from all the pieces of you

too shattered for this world

I like time

I like time

I like the sound of life

running into it

I like the rushing pointers

I like wearing the hours on my wrist

I like keeping tabs

and planning

and scheduling

and being punctual

Punctuality

There is melody to the word

and the concept

There is an art to routine

I do not fear its nervous grip

So that there is a taste of freedom

to all the schedules

So that there is a transcendent beauty

to all the tick-tocks

So that there is an infinite open space

to all those minutes

and hours and seconds and days

Oh, the days

Life,

you big blank canvas

colored by time

Always the hours between us,

between you and I,

my dear Eternity

Vejo a velhinha sentada à porta de casa

Vejo a velhinha sentada à porta de casa

o cabelo branco cai-lhe sobre o rosto

em fios já tão sem vida

Talvez a vida se esvazie das pessoas

pelos extremos

Primeiro dedos   unhas   pontas dos cabelos

Fica então o nada

a engolir lentamente o resto do corpo

Até tragar de uma só vez o coração

E, indiferente, pará-lo