© Robert Whitman | Prince - Minneapolis, 1977

Voices, loved and idealized,
of those who have died, or of those
lost for us like the dead.
Sometimes they speak to us in dreams;
sometimes deep in thought the mind hears them.
And with their sound for a moment return
sounds from our life’s first poetry—
like music at night, distant, fading away

C.P. Cavafy 

1 comentário:

  1. Situado o corpo nas nuvens para que chova, sobre as vozes e o movimento.