2017/03/21


Following
the solitude of distances,
a coarsely wound thread
of sidewalk stretched among blocks

Regular as playthings.

The nature of your work
leaves full days discarded
at the entrance to the train.

ERIN J. WATSON, in 'No Experiences', 2012

(each poem contains one @Horse_ebooks tweet. You can find them linked from noexperiences.com)


Seguindo
a solidão das distâncias,
a travessia do passeio agreste e tortuoso
alonga-se entre quarteirões

Alinhados como brinquedos.

A natureza do teu trabalho
deita fora dias inteiros
quando entras para o comboio.

(cada poema contém um tweet de @Horse_ebooks. Os links encontram-se em noexperiences.com)