Crónicas Matinais

[ sexta-feira, março 19, 2004 ]

 

My Father

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.



Yehuda Amichai

Ana [3/19/2004 04:35:00 da tarde]