By Pedro Du Bois (Balneário Camboríú,SC)
(Marina
Du Bois, English Version)
No
use pretending
witches
may be
loose
tonight
their
mocking laugh
their
missing teeth
their
crooked stares
in
concealment
present
in prayers
in
which the heart confesses
the
day: the night arrives
in
the laughter that makes us
afraid and disgrace
useless
close the doors:
blankets
do not protect
from
the cold in the solitude of the body.
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