Professor Poeta

Solomon Rovedo
5

“Mi propia canción lover.”
Gabriela Mistral

Whole corner

This mature corner singing,
Singing that never rots.
The singer and the song grow
While the sky disappears.

Full corner

Sore corner, crazy corner,
Song that hurts and falls apart.
Shine the color, shine the stain
And the blush of blood advances.

Inner corner

This bare corner, corner,
Aphonic and rambunctious singing,
Spewing out loud voices,
I sing that I’m already hallucinating.

Passenger corner
This forgotten Brazilian corner,
Corner of yard and pagoda,
Singing alone or with choir,
But it is my whole song.
(Amaricanto)

Hi,
I’m making my Crossing book available for sale on the links:
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I count on your access, your purchase and your disclosure.
Thankful.
Hugs
José Araujo de Souza

20 QUASIDARKS POEMS
Solomon Rovedo
5

“Mi propia canción lover.”
Gabriela Mistral

Whole corner

This mature corner singing,
Singing that never rots.
The singer and the song grow
While the sky disappears.

Full corner

Sore corner, crazy corner,
Song that hurts and falls apart.
Shine the color, shine the stain
And the blush of blood advances.

Inner corner

This bare corner, corner,
Aphonic and rambunctious singing,
Spewing out loud voices,
I sing that I’m already hallucinating.

Passenger corner
This forgotten Brazilian corner,
Corner of yard and pagoda,
Singing alone or with choir,
But it is my whole song.
(Amaricanto)

Hi,
I’m making my Crossing book available for sale on the links:
https://go.hotmart.com/C44974415K
https://go.hotmart.com/C44974415K?dp=1
I count on your access, your purchase and your disclosure.
Thankful.
Hugs
José Araujo de Souza

Solomon Rovedo
5

“Mi propia canción lover.”
Gabriela Mistral

Whole corner

This mature corner singing,
Singing that never rots.
The singer and the song grow
While the sky disappears.

Full corner

Sore corner, crazy corner,
Song that hurts and falls apart.
Shine the color, shine the stain
And the blush of blood advances.

Inner corner

This bare corner, corner,
Aphonic and rambunctious singing,
Spewing out loud voices,
I sing that I’m already hallucinating.

Passenger corner
This forgotten Brazilian corner,
Corner of yard and pagoda,
Singing alone or with choir,
But it is my whole song.
(Amaricanto)

Hi,
I’m making my Crossing book available for sale on the links:
https://go.hotmart.com/C44974415K
https://go.hotmart.com/C44974415K?dp=1
I count on your access, your purchase and your disclosure.
Thankful.
Hugs
José Araujo de Souza