Poesia

NO SCRIPT



the scene was set
but what was really in the script?
there was no time or what to think about
one must learn the speech of the place
one must learn the speech of your face
slowly though exactly
hear the sound of sudden emotions
one must play the instrument of your invisible rightness
one must speak the right words to your fatal desires
slowly and sweetly
one must find the place
the time
and what will suffice
one must be
an insatiable actor
an insatiable poet
without script

Marcos Freitas Marcos Freitas Autor
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