I don't know what makes me remember you
We have never been more lovers than now.
They are fascinated, they create poetry.
They create memories.
Sometimes it hurts.
But, I wanted to remove this tumor from the mind, the heart.
In fact, I even remember when you picked me up,
To go to school.
Now, each one in his destiny.
But, my boy,
I can't give up.
Sometimes life is ungrateful,
And hurt love
It stays for life.
Even in the seductions of soul,
I control my thinking,
And, I am seduced just to write:
"I miss you!"
But, time is master of everything,
And, the world goes around,
And, without limits to dream,
I often live a child version,
Hoping to love you.
Handwritten in São Paulo, July 31, 2020.
Published on a Brazilian website and another in English.
Tereza Cristina Gonçalves Mendes Castro,
I offer it to everyone who knew me in my teens, especially WRCS. Someone special.
In the image from right to left to right, are my childhood friend Rita de Cássia, her ex-sister-in-law, her cousin Viviane and me, Teka Castro, 14 years old.
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