MEMÓRIES (SUBSTRACT)*

MEMORIES *

            Luciana Carrero

If sleep along the road traveled

Divine comedies, vain loves, nonsense,

Memories emerge from the seed planted

In the fields and gardens of vivid landscapes

The remembrança was living alone and aimlessly

And the company that came to your door

Said: anyone ever rhymed with me and even

Rimando, do not want, because I feel dead

The spectrum of solitary suffering

The rigors of winter stretched nightmares

The icy body of human forgetfulness

Lay neutral, reeled memories

But repentes sought heating,

Since it's never too late to tell stories

* From unpublished book "My writing straight with crooked lines" - Memoirs of a transsexual.

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