Pedro Cescon Poems

A family I chose
Bonds that tie
Souls that get close
Links that don't die
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The hallways of yesterday
The corridors of tomorrow
The red door to the back alley
The front door to the yarrow
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Sweat down his face,
Titans up ahead,
Loud cheers to brace
A confidence to be fed,
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I tried to calm down
Focusing in staying still
But my face beared frown
Sadness was all I could feel
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(To Akira Kurosawa)

Swimming in the donut-shaped lake,
The carp goes round and round,
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From the scents I know since my birth,
Rain's one is probably the oldest,
And near it all others bear dearth
In willing having rain's scent to best,
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(To 'La Negra')

The tears I pour,
Are all for 'The Black',
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