terça-feira, 14 de abril de 2015

The evil it spread like a fever ahead
It was night when you died, my firefly
What could I have said to raise you from the dead? 
Oh could I be the sky on the fourth of July?

“Well you do enough talk
My little hawk, why do you cry?
Tell me what did you learn from the Tillamook burn?
Or the Fourth of July?
We’re all gonna die.”

Sitting at the bed with the halo at your head 
Was it all a disguise, like Junior High
Where everything was fiction, future, and prediction
Now where am I? My fading supply

“Did you get enough love, my little dove
Why do you cry?
And I’m sorry I left, but it was for the best
Though it never felt right
My little Versailles.”

The hospital asked should the body be cast 
Before I say goodbye, my star in the sky
Such a funny thought to wrap you up in cloth
Do you find it all right, my dragonfly?

“Shall we look at the moon, my little loon
Why do you cry?
Make the most of your life, while it is rife
While it is light

Well you do enough talk
My little hawk, why do you cry?
Tell me what did you learn from the Tillamook burn?
Or the Fourth of July?
We’re all gonna die.”

quinta-feira, 9 de abril de 2015

Hallelujah

Para a Mãe, onde foi feliz

quarta-feira, 8 de abril de 2015

Mãe, pelo teu Amigo Luís

D.ra Yolanda Vaz, a Mulher vertical, íntegra, frontal, lutadora, generosa, bem humorada, leal, humilde, amiga, um Ser raro e Belo.


terça-feira, 7 de abril de 2015

Eternamente, Yolanda

segunda-feira, 6 de abril de 2015

As mães não morrem, esperam por nós no céu.