Regina Souza Vieira

A romance or a simple tale 
A line finished at a point 
Sometimes a flash in our spirits 
In bringing back all our past 
We are receptacles of memories 
which we need to open to the world 
Identities look for us far 
In a book, in a story to be told 
So, then we really read the life 
We open up our secrets 
We relax ourselves of our fears 
All the human beings seem equal. 
Ah! The heat, the friendship, the love 
Ah, the written pages in showing 
That the happiness or the suffering 
As written pages, it's also passing.
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 Página editada  por  Alisson de Castro,  Jornal de Poesia,  23  de  Junho  de  1998