at the day's end
i empty my pockets.
no/thing
could ever be enough.
i would give you
a piece of sun, of heart.
from south to south, a
radiance.
against the craft
of despair("bringing words together") poesia, crônica, fotografia, tradução//poetry, stories, photography, translation ///// /// ©miriamadelman2020 Unauthorized reproduction of material from this blog is expressly prohibited
A casinha de bonecas de papel, quase invisível no mar de laranjais, iluminado apenas pelas chamas oscilantes de um incêndio de lixo ...
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