Paper Boat
And they float in the pond, like little boats
of fog, like butterfly wings.
Those that a rainy day of some September
of paternal nests and cuddles.
With white sheets of a book, with the expertise
in his creative hands, my mother put in my palm,
with her girlish smile she taught me how to navigate ...
"Keep your balance, if you see that it folds from one side ...
Blow, blow. Make it look good!
Now, tell me your mother that I do, if it still hurts
if the roses are bloomed?
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