Floating Poem by Darlan M Cunha

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I feel sand in my eyes - he said
a Chinese doctor, going to his brief sleep,
of crying because I'm not at all capable
inside the big ship almost aimlessly,
right in the eye of the hurricane, but

though with the helm and the paddles
something faulty, weighing the candles
a little torn and tangled,
the love bubbles of liberation work
allow us a shy smile, not a dry step.

You feel the sand here suffocating
all sides of the battle - except
the suffocator itself, and the people
ask little, stunned
colostrum-free mothers and faceless fathers
is the sad poetry that emanates
of what is vulnerable in the human being.




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DeepL.com, Germany. March 2020.