[ sexta-feira, março 19, 2004 ]
The memory of my father is wrapped up in
white paper, like sandwiches taken for a day at work.
Just as a magician takes towers and rabbits
out of his hat, he drew love from his small body,
and the rivers of his hands
overflowed with good deeds.
Ana [3/19/2004 04:35:00 da tarde]