Ana Luisa Amaral Poems

Do you remember saying life was like queuing up?
You were little, your hair lighter,
same eyes, though. In the metaphor given
to you by childhood, you thought of
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I have a flower
whose name I don't know

On the balcony,
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Re-learn the world
anew:
brief burst of sun revealed
in a swan,
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Ah… old copybook
where I wrote out my French themes,
Mes Vacances: I adored holidays
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