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Prudência – my Summer gone
by Lara Reis

My favourite season is no doubt Summer.

For you, this poem might be a blunt bummer.


I know it should mean an extensive diet,

A shorter dress under a bikini-body fatless,

An Ice-cream flavour melting down your stress.


The sand grumbling your leg and feet,

Sunscreen's scent added to each selfie-click.


But for me, Summer was wrinkled, my darling

With soft fingers smelling orange and garlic.


An expensive perfume, with a shiny rosary,

Whispering with old pray, you no longer learn at school.


Giant afternoon hunting snail under a warm rain,

The delicious snacks below that greener leaf.

To see all of us around of your tiny stool.


Last Summer, the sun was gone,

Buried under a tapestry of flowers and dirt.


We weren't many, but we were there,

Drinking the wine you left and stories we repeat

With some drunken laughter and abundant weeps.

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Lara Reis goes on an adventure. Later, after a deep nap and a strong coffee, repeat. She will go on an adventure. Later. Please understand that all good stories always have a dragon. Her name is Lara. She was born in 1984, and since childhood, this nomad has written about the worlds built up in her head. However, when she is too lazy to express herself in with words, she uses her simple drawing skill. To each of you who has read and follow her stories: Lara thanks you.

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