5Senses
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Minha medida é pelo tempo,
Não pelo espaço.
Há de se espacializar
Onde apenas se é horizontal
Ou vertical.
Percorrer caminhos através
Do tempo, não do
Espaço.
You tasted like
poetry
Marigold fields
And the hum of white noise
You felt like
The afternoon on an autumn's day
Scholastic book fair
The local Pumpkin patch
You looked like
I am from many places
And attached to few
I’ve seen many cities and schools
And buildings and parks and hospitals
And I haven’t even left Florida
From those places, come many sounds
I use every part of my senses when I'm with you:
When I stare into your eyes,
which shine brighter than any star
When I touch you,
feeling the warmness of your embrace
When I kiss you,
I see you across the room and I have to know what your voice sounds like. I have to know what your touch feels like.
Life without vision, is life without mind,
Ignorance can be bliss, but not of this kind,
Monotonous, the journey, is the life of the blind,
But even the visionless—sight, they may find,
Open your eyes.
Sit back and find a new perspective.
Everything is moving so quickly,
yet you don’t hear a sound.
Open your ears.
