the man with an advice

por David Plassa*

My first memory of guilty
it was in a Christmas Eve
At the end of the event
while people were leaving

I was six years old
and I remember what my grampa told me:
— Why are you crying?
People leave, people arrive
just a mess you need to organize
in your little heart

Like waves on the ocean
I was busy with emotions
I didn’t have how to explain
that was the last time
I’d never seen my grampa again

Like waves on the ocean
The most important man
I’ve ever known
He wasn’t abble to give security to his soul
He got drunk all his life
like a soldier running against a knife

Even so, he’s still my hero
looking at me in the morning mirror
The great man
surviving in a sketchy poem

Like waves on the ocean
surrounding by words never spoken
The man with an advice
for my whole life

_____

*David Plassa saiu em um Fusca verde da maternidade em 1987 e se emociona com dinossauros. Já foi motorista, segurança, vendedor de chocolates, barista, auxiliar de biólogo, livreiro e, quando há estabilidade econômica, jornalista. Premiado ou selecionado para coletâneas de alguns concursos literários, finge escrever um romance desde 2015 e mais ou menos tenta publicar um livro de poesias. David escreve às quintas.

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