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MY GRANDMOTHER'S HOUSE
There was a house on my memory
It was my grandmother’s house
Special and humble Refuge
Where siblings, cousins, neighbors and friends
found cold water, warm food and hot coffee.
The house was big and unfinished
Witness of a better and unknown past
Reminder of happy times
When we used to dream
in the same time zone.
I remember smells, sounds and flavors
Ti...
Tuesday 9th February 2021 9:24 pm
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