Sunday, October 10, 2010


The Portuguese have a word for this;
“Madrugada”, the special time of night…
Silence hangs heavily in a timeless world,
Between midnight and first sight of light.

Madrugada is when life’s mysteries
Awake profoundly in my sleep…
The decades rustle through my dreams,
I snore, I laugh and weep.

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