Where Not Long Ago We Talked (Carlos Drummond de Andrade Poems)
It is an old piano, belonged to a grandmother, dead in another century. And it plays and it cries and ...
It is an old piano, belonged to a grandmother, dead in another century. And it plays and it cries and ...
They are more delicate even than shrubs and they runand run from one side to the other, always forgettingsomething.Surely they ...
I have only two hands And the sense of the world, But I am full of slaves, My memories flow ...
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