memoirs
Time passes, sometimes dull, sometimes with sorrow, tears.
Desire chases and old age comes to all.
Few want to die in anticipation.
The heart, recalls the leaves yellowed pages, the beauty of sayings,
The pleasures experienced in childhood.
Child of friendships designed.
Today a memory of Professor Sonia, discipline history, EE professor Alberto Conte:
"Every one that goes in our life, and is only found in one. When part takes a little and let us a little about yourself." Saints' author-Exupery's Little Prince.
There are memories, the story of a poet, prophet of the letters,
Sometimes bitter, others sweet candor, well, I am,
As a former and - old love me wrote:
"Change cannonballs (handgun) by rosebuds."
Memoirs, written here, listening to Zizi Possi things in life.
One day poetry comes and goes, sharing everlasting.
Now, back to reality, and compose the duties of a housewife.
In Portuguese and English that matters, not the rhyme, but the content of poetry.