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Sunday Afternoon

She lay down in a cozy balcony
Like a dream in a love movie scene
A sensation in a Sunday afternoon
Sunrays in a
mild spring day

Far away
Her gaze felt so fine
She stared at the wide blue sky

With eyes so wide, round and blue
Too good to be true


When I saw her sway long ago
White clouds were being spread by the wind
The sun came out to warm her smooth skin
 And all I felt was my head spin

Her beauty made me so glad
I prayed that this dream would never end
But then I was running out of time
No fancy is meant to last

A hope now turned into memories
Meant to light up a lone flame
That lies so deep inside my heart
My angel then, she became


Johnny.

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Just a short tale
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A long time ago, one of my grandmothers, tried to make sure that joining the Brazilian military service would be an unnecessary feat in my case, as she could probably use her influence over that matter. A quite clear sign of care and preoccupation over a possible and bad outcome, in my opinion. However, after a long period of reflection over what my choice would be, I really decided on enlisting against her wishes, which, unexpectedly, resulted in an unlikely outcome as she proved to be one of my greatest supporters at the time. Well, I really miss my grandmother and not for the fact that she was white in spite of the fact that I am black. Nevertheless, that is not the real point here. Because what had already been very clear to all participants in that process from the start, and including her main role in the equation, was the fact that dodging draft would never make of any citizen a useful one for society. We all shared the same opinion about the role …

Banquete

-Oi, já cheguei da escola.
O que tem para almoçar?
-Oi, querida. Como foi seu dia de aula?
- Tem bife acebolado?
Eu quero bife, mãe!
- Tem sim, amada!
Tem salada de...
- E salmão?
Eu quero sobremesa também.
- Como foi seu dia de aula?
Eu preparei arroz, feijão....
- O mãe, só tem isso pra comer?

Não estou brava com minha mãe, pequeno grão de arroz!

Estou apenas com fome. John Ny/ João Neto