The Child!
If a day i was child
bring in my heart
such lies!
the time I had
was fled
dance,
ciranda cirandinha.....
Hide and seek!
but always on the run
I was going to last floor
The Solar
four windows
North, south, west, east
From there, all view was possible
The four winds
helped me to turn pages
The library,
there lies,
dance and play
downstairs, on the street continued
and I was part of
Cora Coralina
Carlos Drumond
Cecilia Meirelles
Fernando Pessoa.
weird girl
poem by Mirna Morgan
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