quarta-feira, 30 de setembro de 2015

The gray boy and the colorful girl




The gray boy and the colorful girl

There was a gray boy
sometimes sitting at the edge of the gray lake
sometimes running through the gray lawns
sometimes rising and losing
among the canopy on the trees of  tallest  leaves
in black and white.
One day he ran among the trees colorless
Under a cloudy sky
He saw a beautiful girl
A colorful girl.
But she,
for other reasons,
... Not spotted him.
And when he stared
to her
The entire park around
disappeared.
And descending from on high
Of a mount that have not can been seen
He was going through giant trees
sometimes they were invisible
He approached that girl
The first girl in the entire universe
Universe that seemed
That no longer exists.
And when on a moment
Among the beats of a heart
She noticed him
And she took aim at his eyes
Suddenly,
On a snap, at a time ..
... The colors returned to all things ...
The crystalline green waters
As the crystal clear sky
The green grass of the mountains,
the flowering trees at violet flowers, magenta, gold,
alvíssimas, blue, red and yellow
And the his face red
The boy that was gray
... Of very intense way
and perhaps forever
... He blushed ...

Her hair loose



hair loose

He then took her and twirled
He laughed of her, she saw when he lifted her
And it turned ecstatically in the air
He lifted her, and she smiled
She then left
her hair loose,
For garnish him
He joked and when lowered her
She slipped and then stopped
Sighed, she blinked
She become dance
She then laughed
He danced, just to show herself
He laughed, ran and to kneel
She then returned dancing by him
He looked her
She laughed and then answered him

And looking at him in the eye
She let be seen
there would be no
nightfall
that she let not fall
her hair,
For garnish him

The monster

The monster
Monstrous she dragged like a crooked crow on a stormy night
morbid as a ghost her the bones showed
flutters as blade of grass in evening gale
If she was uglier would kill us of scare,
If she were more crooked, neither the gravity, gave way
No one knew if she was  going or she was come back
And would going the hideous monster, hissing and crawling
rejected until by ogres
and feared until by goblins
So hideous creature
They say that death even tried
put an end to such horror
but, looking at his black eyes
Even this abyss, death,
Never recovered ...
Never recovered ...

One day in the hills
Crawling as usual
Slipped through the rocks
And among the rocks she arrested herself
He heard their prayers
A fearless hunter
And moving by intense courage
Slipped between the rocks
He wrapped her in his strings
And the monster was saved by him.
The despised and resounding being
of peerless ugliness
She cracked a shy gesture
She lowered his forehead lackluster
Just familiarized to look at the floor
How throughout her life
And without even a word
she just was walking.

But he did not allow it to her
He took from his bag wine
And his purse, took bread
And sitting among the rocks

The hunter served to her

She trembled when her eating bread
She cried while drinking wine

and fell asleep, powerless
Without understanding, the cause

When she open their eyes
She had hands!
And golden hair like the sun
Her feet she never had seen
Her feet were very white
and their shapely legs
under a huge dress purple and carmine
And she who lived crawling all their lives
through the steep hills
for the first time
ran


Welington José Ferreira