hoxe son o xardineiro
que recolle as follas secas
e as apila nun recuncho
para esconder as nosas tumbas
e seguir así na mímica da vida
sen te decatares que hai xa tempo
que andamos mortos
*
ao baixar no ascensor
hai un lixeiro cheiro a chamusque
que a colonia non dá camuflado
endereito os ombreiros
e saio á brisa do río
que ninguén saiba
de que parte do alén procedo
Autumn days
today I’m the gardener
collecting dry leaves
piling them in a corner
to hide our graves
to continue this way in the mimicry of life
so you don’t realise that for a long time
we have been dead
*
when I get down in the lift
there is a faint smell of charred flesh
that perfume doesn’t manage to hide
I straighten my back
and step out into the river breeze
so that no one knows
which part of the afterlife I come from
abel abilheira 
Lovely poem.
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Beautiful lines!
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Thank you, it is very important to me to know someone like it! It is cold to publish and do not have any reaction. Grazie Luisa
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🧡🧡 beautiful mindset
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