Traces & Mystery Poem by Darlan M Cunha

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No trace of grass around Ana
no trace of sunshine in the veins of the neighbor on the left
no salad to which you are invited and urged, Nira
the surface tension tells you that the bottom is falsely calm, Dila
you're always in doubt when choosing the outfit of the day, Claudia.
what's up with you? what kind of onions are you chopping?

Oh, no message shakes Miriam's character
sometimes possessed, Rosana threatens to do, tie up
with guts the guy's self-sufficiency - and he did, for general news
but not everyone gets what they deserve, Ophelia.
she knows that because a little bird told her, and she took precautions
and opened the verb, and tore up the smooth adjectives that were his
trademark in the countless notaries, but that's over

Inés is dead, but there is another Inés in this village, a woman feared
by the razor in his tongue, by the brooch inside which he has cyanide
for some beggar, yes, she has nothing of Marilia de Dirceu, that is,
don't have anything to do with being a Brazilian history book character, ó

the smile plantation was devastated - but don't blame
Genghis Dog and Attila are other poisonous sources.



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DeepL.com, Germany. March 2020.