Memoir

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Of all the stories they told me

I picked the ones 

elaborated with enthusiasm

listening to them

in family gatherings, kitchen and the backyards

I monitored life

with the only guideline

that every passer by

was an angel,

not knowing that there is

only place in this world

for the adroit and sceptical

and I stood there

letting life reach 

my adrenaline

for that’s what a novice does.


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