Post on 16-Apr-2017
Dona Doida
Adèle Prado
Once when I was a girl, rained grosso
with Lightning and flares, exactly as rain now.
When Open Windows,
the pools tremiam with the latest balls.
My mother, as who knows what is going to write a poem,
decided inspired by: chayote novinho, angu, egg sauce.
I search the chuchus and I am turning,
thirty years later. I have not seen my mother.
The woman which I opened the door, Tirso dona so old,
with sombrinha the child shows and thighs.
My children repudiaram me ashamed
My husband became sad until death,
I was doida in the trail.
Only do I upgrade When the rains.