24 de junio, 2015

Thirteen

....
a book
in the hands
of a child

surrounded by
the echo
of her own
peace

the music
of a teaser
and the figure
of the white,
tall man

ah, in my hands,
in my closed eyes,
the delight
that no one
would like

the music,
the name

and then,
the reign
of oneself's dream

it is dark, just
as it is blindly
pure

oh, soon
I'll be sister of sin
when the white man's
skin shines
at the shore

my memory
the man's name
the music
the absence of time