Alma Novaes

 

Battle of the Vanquished

 

Dragging us between words

more or less fought,

Painful or painful, fencing for years, 

the gestures that obeyed this 

Cold War that was still called 

trying to have a good port, 

of insaneness, the distance revealed itself 

crucial us. No big deal, after all. 

 It is love like others, of these others, mortal.

in, The Healing by Truth