Not Simple Past

People say I'm already lucky

Just because I tried it?

(Actually, there's more.)

All that because...

Once I knew what it was

Her hair, her voice, her touch, her scent, her taste

That's all I can put into words

If only I could wipe it out

I wish I didn't remember

But I can't fight it!

An arm, a leg, my reason

Just like her

A part of me

Jardim de K

O Jardim de Amor de K

Ela quer ser cinza

Então

se recusa a ver as cores do mundo

que dançam e cantam e gritam à sua volta

E ela se abraça às próprias pernas

E se enterra entre os próprios braços

E fecha os olhos

Pra que tudo fique negro

Nem uma nesga de cor!

No mundo que ela decidiu,

"É cinza!"

Me inspirei nesse quadro do Kandinski.