Cecília Meireles: How To Recognize The Road: Guitar

21 October 2019


You were a silver dagger, a single silver dagger. It was not you who made such a fool of my hand. I saw you shining among stones, silver dagger. On your handle, blooming flowers, on your blade, the exact measures, the exact, the precise measures, silver dagger, to cut through my heart with an initial and a date. The greatest pain I have, silver dagger, is not to see me dying, but to know who is killing me.

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