C Clark Carbonera

A poem about life and childhood. In memory of the childhood with my cousins.

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Do you remember that old house?

It was our universe, our time,

It was our hours, our days of the week,

Our nights of full moon and stars.

Do you remember the old house?

The long, dark, corridors full

Of made up stories?

Do you remember

The huge pine tree that bent

For us on windy days?

And the games, the countless

Pretends in the music room?

Remember the runs through the rose bushes

And the thorns in our feet?

And the pitanga tree? And our secret place

That grandma forbade setting foot?

Do you remember the pool days

When we swam with the raindrops?

Or when we created rainbows with the hose?

And when we used to race in the garage and

Have bean soup on that huge, round table?

Remember the secret bathroom behind the closet?

And the songs we invented at bath time?

Do you remember running through the rose bushes

Barefoot or to name the owl Alice?

Remember the sadness of coming home

And leave it all behind?

Do you remember?

Well, I do.

Oct. 18, 2020, 1:49 p.m. 1 Report Embed Follow story
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C Clark Carbonera “A utopia está lá no horizonte. Me aproximo dois passos, ela se afasta dois passos. Caminho dez passos e o horizonte corre dez passos. Por mais que eu caminhe, jamais alcançarei. Para que serve a utopia? Serve para isso: para que eu não deixe de caminhar.” Fã de carteirinha de Buffy - The Vampire Slayer.

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