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Nothing to say

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Nothing to say

I don't really know why I write
A wish coming from the chest,
Make me right
To be a writer.

I really don't know what I do
I trace in my lines,
The neglect, the tiredness,
The hardness of being a teacher.

But, you will ask me,
You don't carry heavy or other blocks,
But the burden,
I carry the knowledge and give it away.

Trasmito and try to make you dream
I repeat and want answers
Sometimes without having them,
So, nothing concrete to say.

My affection marked
For discomfort, deep pain, scarring,
My family, everyone brings me roots,
And, I see myself here in the 21st century,

Compose one more stretch
Another story
Memories of different pasts,
Our things.

And, the truth I still say
Composes for symbols even forgotten,
And yet,
Everything my friend, you have been reading.

Understand the bipolar side,
The reason for indifference,
The search for Justice,
A poet who expresses herself Castro.

Today no longer the Black Ship
Bring slaves from Africa,
We are all money
Enslaved entirely.

That's what rules the Nations,
Even in male-female relationships.
Everything has a price,
And I seek appreciation.

Nothing to say,
I compose around,
Among one domestic task and another,
I sit and listen to the heartbeat and come to this meeting.

Handwritten July 17, 2020


Author: Tereza Cristina G Castro, (Téka Castro), professor of Chemistry for 32 years, writer from a young age, spiritualist and environmentalist.
Participant in several virtual and printed literary anthologies.
Member of Alpas 21, Alubra and Núcleo Acadêmico de Lisboa.
Today transcribed for that site.

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