Clovisvaldo Marques Baleeiro
We Don't Wanna Remember
wets the shower, blandly the flowers, in the garden;
droplets of water attain the old house roof, in harmony,
again... and again and again...
The face of a small pond starts rippling,
The damp of the dew dims the windowpane,
The whir and whirl of the wind continues,
in the morning and in the evening,
spinning, spinning, spinning.