Infância - by
Meu pai montava a cavalo, ia para o campo.
/ Minha mãe ficava sentada cosendo.
/ Meu irmão pequeno dormia.
/ Eu sozinho menino entre mangueiras
/ lia…
coffee
Arabian Nights - by
When the call of the hudud,
/ Echoes through the palm fronds
/ Carrying in their mists,
/ Visions, memories:
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/ Caravans of high spirited steads,
/ Crisscrossing the endless…
Milk - by
Your custom often
/ when the house was still
/
/ to brew milky coffee
/ and reminisce.
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/ Child care experts would have frowned
/ on my late hours,
/
/ The bitter…
Espresso - by
Det svarta kaffet på uteserveringen
/ med stolar och bord granna som insekter.
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/ Det är dyrbara uppfångade droppar
/ fyllda med samma styrka…