My Fading Memory Box

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I use to see
my mother sewing things:
baby clothes
for other people,
my father long trousers,
my brother rag tee

She had glazed eyes
lost in memories
I don't know.

Maybe wishing another life
without us
or threads,
needles and wounds
in her fingers.

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From Homeless Angels With Love

There's a beautiful city
in apple island

There's some homeless angel
with no apple cider to drink
in cold winter night

should I care?
If I lost my zillions of dollars
in the financial market.

They have wings
They can find a new home
Faster than a banker
A fiscal paradise
In the Bahamas.
Or the Seychelles

My bubble burst
His wings crust

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All Hammers Deserve Heaven???

Okay... I get it!

Some believe in Heaven
Some not.

If there's a heaven
I rater the company of others

In any place less boring
for all eternity

I don't want be associated
with strangers
in funny habits
and funky hats.

And don't mess with my faith
I don't have one.

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