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The poetry is the sufferance of the poet
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Kaddish for us
When they killed us
our ashes talked by ourselves
when they killed our children
we had more
when our women were naked
our eyes were closed forever
have towns where the wind
do not brought the birds
but ashes.
04-01-2009
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João Tomaz Parreira
Poet (author's name: J.T.Parreira). Portugal, 61 years old. Five books of poetry.
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