Sunday, 22 November 2009

The Jeweler

The jeweler has a shop on the corner of the boulevard
In the night, in small spectacles, he polishes old coins
He uses spit and cloth and ashes
He makes them shine with ashes
He knows the use of ashes
He worships God with ashes

The coins are often very old by the time they reach the jeweler
With his hands and ashes he will try the best he can
He knows that he can only shine them
Cannot repair the scratches
He knows that even new coins have scars so he just smiles
He knows the use of ashes
He worships God with ashes

In the darkest of the night both his hands will blister badly
They will often open painfully and the blood flows from his hands
He works to take from black coin faces the thumbprints from so many ages
He wishes he could cure the scars
When he forgets he sometimes cries
He knows the use of ashes
He worships God with ashes


White Flower said...

Vim para ver
Para ver de novo
Para contemplar sem perguntas
Não vim à procura de nada
Não me perguntem por nada
Um rio não se interroga
O vento não se arrepende.

- Regresso, Alberto de Lacerda -
Que bom! Que bom...

White Flower said...

E que regresso...
Um doce regresso...
Um reconfortante regresso.
As fotos são sublimes.
A música é para flutuar.

Sofia said...

ALELUIA!!!!! :)
Que bom!!!!! :)


Mir said...


Beijinho grande e isto foi um regresso em grande...


Mo said...

Your back and I'm joyful :)
I know that W.A. Mozart is your musician. You have post it on your side..
To search for the Music, was a little bit to "knit you a sweater".
You know?
I found a Lacrymosa arrangement with guitar, look here:

Pearls before swine, love the little whisper in there voice and tune

Pearls before swine...maybe
but I'm glad that you are back.

augusta said...

um beijo

volto amanhã..