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My Pessoa

 

Oh, deep longing I have!

Two years ago you leftso as to never see you again!

It was no use taking so much care of you

Everything I abandoned, but nothing was worth it!

 

Your little Veralooks at your photos,

Feels your scent,

Sees your ways, hears your voice,

And cries!

 

"Something in me died too, disappeared

 Along with you. And today this my mutilated chest

 Beats with no rhythm "

 

And still standing I have to be,

Because adored mama expects me

She always does!

 

Good night, papa,

Vera, your “little Vera”.

 

São Paulo, December 2011.

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