A Thorn Old Sweater

A soft rotten blanket occupies the empty spaces/opportunities lost in time/a burning path behind/There is no going back. Poetry by Cristina Bresser de Campos.

Inside the suitcase 
an old sweater wraps the portrait
Faded sleeping images of a forgotten time.

The thorn sweater snuggles the memories
Of people who cannot remember
Who they were any longer.

The shredded wool yarns 
try to escape the case
In an attempt to run from the past.

As it were ever possible.

Images of a cold summer,
Where the wind was as sharp as their voices
They were already so far away from each other.

A soft rotten blanket occupies the empty spaces
opportunities lost in time,
a burning path behind,

There is no going back 
Breath, walk, breath, walk
on this dusty, dirt road. 

Cristina Bresser de Campos lives in Brazil. She writes in Portuguese and English. Author of the tale Capitolina, published in a collection of 21 short stories in the book Torre de Papel, launched in June 2015, in Curitiba, Parana.In Nov. 2016, she published her first novel, named Quase tudo é risível (Almost everything is laughable]
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