|Ivan de Oliveira Melo
...o que será que sentimos na hora da morte?...
There were dry leaves on the ground...
The time was hot but my face was cold
And my body was wet by drops of sweat.
A great anguish took care of my thoughts...
I wanted to speak something but I couldn’t
Hear any words from me... I was doped!
Suddenly I could feel some tears in my eyes.
Yes! I was crying but I couldn’t understand
The reason of this...Would I be mad? I thought.
There weren’t any troubles in my life. I was free!
Then I saw a deep hole around me. Much sand.
Near this sand there were some crows waiting...
But waiting what? What was it happening?
A funeral music splashed sounds in my ears,
So I understood that I was dying in that moment!
By Ivan de Oliveira Melo
Nascido em Recife, em 09/10/1953. Professor de língua portuguesa e literatura. Poeta desde adolescente. Livros publicados: SINFONIA DE AMOR; POESIA, AMOR E VIDA; REFLEXOS; SEARA DE RITMOS; SO...NETANDO.Temas mais comuns em seus versos: o amor, a natureza, o homem, o socia, o cosmos, o metafísico,
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