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Suddenly...
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Suddenly...
Events in life that often seem like no way out, but it is worth remembering that of mistakes, we make victories.
Each with its own history.
Each with various feelings to compose us.
The ambition to be someone,
To have someone.
To be noticed.
Even the invisible, one feels the breath.
Suddenly, I'm on the ground, rude,
And in the coming and going of people,
Without being seen.
They say: "Look how poor you are!
But if I'm here at the bottom of the well,
It was a sudden.
I want to move on.
I'm getting in the way of your walking,
And I often see your contempt for the clothes I wear.
Many like me,
They're graduates, but what good is a certificate,
Without the quality of being an employee?
I'm in the underworld, many suddenly call me: There goes the tramp!
And here I am all of a sudden, writing to you,
Asking for a little attention,
A sudden smile,
Or just a piece of bread.
I was alone for a long time,
And trapped within a career,
Within what they call proper social life.
But suddenly, here I am.
In the cold of winter nights,
With a beaten blanket,
Tired, begging, don't drop me again.
Go ahead,
But all of a sudden, hold out your hand.
And lift me from the ground.
Poetry inspired by this afternoon of sunshine out there, but still chilly winter afternoons here in São Paulo.
Day 7/8/ 2019.
13:28h.
Peace and well.
Author: Tereza Cristina Gonçalves Mendes Castro.
Inspired by a weekly report on the issue of street dwellers.
They are not invisible.
- to accompany the reading.
For research: https://www.google.com/search?q=reportagem+this+week+about+residents+of+street&oq=reportage+this+week+about+residents+&aqs=chrome.1.69i57j33.17388j0j7&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8
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