The philosophy of the weather’s dualism

O blessed the rain
for the queen returns…

Shadow of the raven
picking a seed-
yellow still
from a drought

black cars pass
in the past
I fed the sunshine
in stead of worship
the crow

Sometimes the world just stops for us – for a moment –
for crossing the traffic lights.
Are those your hands holding my heavy head – ? –
stuffed with migraine.
Would your physicality make mine ever dance –
do you think we can ever stop the rain?

Antonio Carlos Jobim – Aquarela do Brasil

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.