terça-feira, 9 de julho de 2019

TO A CERTAIN CREATURE

A mysterious creature
shines and moves
On the shade bushes...

Noises are listened,
From awkward place,
And made shameless.

These echoes told
Bears ate the birds,
Meanwhile we follow them.

What is the animal?
And what is its name?
There is just one signal...

Oops, we found “the gamer”;
It is a dark peacock
That distrust the truth uncovered.

(Peas... some grains spreading...
To the chicks by cocky hands
Of this land.... Pound by cocks)

Oops... Please, wait a minute!
The uncle eagle have not taught
It to write in English?

How can a spy claims
To bring justice to a “spy”
Who did not write on his language?

Can we trust on a truth described
In an incorrect and a clumsy way
By someone did not take his mask?

(Leandro Monteiro)

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