Por falar em camadas

Isto de falar em camadas puxa-me sempre para a lamechice...

Não consigo pensar na palavra sem me lembrar deste poema, que o meu então namorado me dedicou, back in the days. É retorcido, mas romântico, este meu Valentine...O meu amor um dia deu-me uma cebola, e eu, apesar de tudo o que tinha de agridoce, adorei...

Valentine

 Not a red rose or a satin heart.

 I give you an onion.
 It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
 It promises light
 like the careful undressing of love.

 Here.
 It will blind you with tears
 like a lover.
 It will make your reflection
 a wobbling photo of grief.

 I am trying to be truthful.

 Not a cute card or kissogram.

 I give you an onion.
 Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
 possessive and faithful
 as we are,
 for as long as we are.

 Take it.
 Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding ring,
 if you like.
 Lethal.
 Its scent will cling to your fingers,
 cling to your knife.

-- Carol Ann Duffy