The River Poem by João Tomaz Parreira

The River



I listen to this river
seated
in the border
I wash my feet
in the sadness
my reflex
printed in the silk of the water? I reunite
with the glass of the hands
the foam of my face.

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João Tomaz Parreira

João Tomaz Parreira

Lisbon, Portugal
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