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The poetry is the sufferance of the poet
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Broken Mirror
The mirror divides us
our pieces
on the ground
while the fingers
they bleed from glass's fury
A broken mirror
branches
of the same whole
face dispersed in silver
The cherry-tree
of the photo frame is intact.
J.T.Parreira
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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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