Red red wine

Um breve poema do qual eu sempre gostei e outro, produto de uma bela madrugada.

A Drinking Song

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.

William B. Yeats

From blue to red

If all birds were red,
The skies would seem less blue.
So freeze all hours at sunset,
And portrait this moment in a new tattoo.
Let me just stay here to gaze and wonder what would happen if…
But o darling why so brief?