Notions Poem by Darlan M Cunha

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Four days without seeing the magical eye of the sun
without even hearing a sparrow's whistle or a sparrow's tweet
an egg screaming in a frying pan, four days
without crackling dry leaves, little things away
of the god of small things, in four days
felt deep down, and they were heavy
but in vain the police hallucinations about my friend.

But now here he is in the eye of the hurricane, in the eye of the sun.
with sparrows scratching breadcrumbs
frying eggs and already stepping on dried leaves in the backyard
he is playing guitar, in short, the world only knows how to go around.
Tomorrow will be another day.