Poem, 1981
The lights glow.
What will happen next?
Night has fallen.
The rain stops.
What will happen next?
Night will deepen. He does not know
What I will say to him.
When he has gone
I'll have a word in his ear
And say what I was about to say
At the meeting about to happen
Which has now taken place.
But he said nothing
At the meeting about to take place.
It is only now that he turns and smiles
And whispers:
'I do not know
Harold Pinter (dramaturgo britânico, Prémio Nobel da Literatura 2005)
Precioso poema. En mi blog estoy escribiendo post de diseñadora portuguesas que trabajan con fieltro. Me gustaría poner alguna imagen de tus trabajos. ¿Puedo hacerlo? Mi e-mail es fieltromania@hotmail.com
ReplyDeleteEm meu blog eu sou borne da escrita do português do desenhador que trabalha com feltro. Eu gostaria de pôr alguma imagem de seus trabalhos. Eu posso fazê-la? Meu email é fieltromania@hotmail.com