Carrie Graber Love hurts me there under your arm,
in the gap between the ribs.
comes to my heart this way inclined.
I put love in the mortar with ash
and striking purple grain. The beadle,
do poultice
and put it on the wound. - Prado Adélia Luzia Freitas (Brazil, 1935).
- (Translation: Diana Bellesi)
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