@tibianchini
1 year ago
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Ladainha
I just remembered a poem I wrote in 1994.
I'm on the train, and he came to me at once, in one piece, in one piece, in the other. I even remember the teacher who named her "Ladainha" because of her internal and braided rhymes. Having a good memory isn't everything, but it helps, helps...
Here he goes (before I forget him again):
LADY
My sad crying,
From so much crying,
Makes you love life
Honey, sing,
Give the air of my corner
– my saint of pain –
In the color of your robe
I sing love.
I don't know if I want her.
I hope so.
So my day
It would be endless!...
She loves me.
Call me, love me;
Now, she calms down.
Minh'alma, who cries...