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SWEET PLUMS

My loved Brother

Today, in the middle of my weekly shopping

Between bananas and tomatoes

I found red plums.

 

The noise around me

Made silence,

My mind traveled 24 years ago,

To our small city,

so distant that looks like another life.

 

Remember?

Each month we used to buy

two plums and one sweetened milk,

our monthly rewards

nobody except you, can under...

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THIS AFTERNOON I REMEMBER YOU

This winter afternoon

Everything is calm

Everything is silence around me

I only listen to my thoughts

And the inevitable noise

coming from the heater.

 

I am sitting, staring at nothing

Remembering,

Thinking,

Deep wounds bleed again

Hard times come to me

Long sleepless nights

Wild parties

Expensive trips

Sad and old songs

Therapies, books, movies and...

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MY GRANDMOTHER'S HOUSE

There was a house on my memory

It was my grandmother’s house

Special and humble Refuge

Where siblings, cousins, neighbors and friends

found cold water, warm food and hot coffee.

 

The house was big and unfinished

Witness of a better and unknown past

Reminder of happy times

When we used to dream

in the same time zone.

 

I remember smells, sounds and flavors

Ti...

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Baltimore

Baltimore.
Burned out, hidden from the crowds inside of stranger's minds,
there are things to be found
in a time after time...after time.
But look,
not always you can read the last memories
inside of the universe book,
you always share what it takes
but now it gets more than you took.
No, stranger!
Nothing left to be undermined,
simple, eternal, contagious,
chasing ashes from those emp...

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How Can I Keep From Singing


Spiritual Hymns

Are the essence of a highschool choir
That sings often the sounds of Queen in the style of acapella
But also the rolling notes of Ezekiel Saw the Wheel
And the thumping heart of Elijah Rock.

 

How Can I Keep From Singing
When piano pushed
And the opening notes gently pulled in, to meet a booming brillance
My life goes on in endless song
And I recall the disconnect...

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