Sunday, January 05, 2014

A poem by Teresinka Pereira

over. All done.
The old fat Noel passed by
leaving a lot of useless things
under the lighted tree.
My thoughts are tired
of fake good wishes
fake smiles and fake peace...
My body is tired
from struggling at stores
where people seemed crazy,
stressed, as if they have
a rope around their neck.
OK: it is all over!
But the year goes on fast
and soon it will be
Christmas again!