The Obsolete Man
The Obsolete Man
by Rafaela
The obsolete man
Grabs a pill
To alleviate some future pains.
Love now is artificial,
Sown at parties,
It died the other day.
The fear these days is of not being modern.
There’s danger around every corner: Hands up!
They take all his money, leaving the man
Sitting, waiting for life
To pass by in order to ask for a ride.
He asks: Are you passing this way?
The answer is yes, it just did.
What a pity!
For this pain the obsolete man has no remedy.
Comments
como aprendeu português tão rápido?!
cumprimentos do Brasil!
eu sou imprimido. desde que eu sou um lingüista, eu posso decifrar os portuguêses. infelizmente, eu não posso falá-la (ainda não!).
por favor sustento que escreve estes poemas bonitos!
Obrigado Rafaela!