ANGEL

                                                                       
                                                                 

He climbed the stairs steep and rough,
entered a dark room,
turned on the light

and left lit
until another to erase.
He was an angel without wings.

 

Antonio Carlos Rocha

ANJO

 

Subiu a escada íngreme e rude,

entrou num cômodo escuro,

acendeu a luz

 e a deixou acesa

até que outro a apagasse.

Era um anjo sem asas.

 

Antonio Carlos Rocha