At least
let me now deceive myself with illusions
so as not
to feel my empty life.
And yet I
came so close so many times.
And yet how
paralyzed I was, how cowardly;
why did I
keep my lips sealed
while my
empty life wept inside me,
my desires
wore robes of mourning?
To have
been so close so many times
to those
sensual eyes, those lips,
to that
body I dreamed of, loved.
To have
been so close so many times.
Kavafis por David Hockney
Kavafis por David Hockney
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