This poem is not mine
New Year, but not new life - AGUSTINA BESSA-LUÍS
(15/10/1922- 3/06/2019)
New Year, but not new life. Who thinks of being more credulous if they are afraid of being deceived? If the world is one of mistakes, why not let them make fun of us? Nobody wants to be silly, and it is worse: because in order not to be deceived, you dishonor yourself as a person of gentleness and sincerity. There are more cowards to be deceived than to go to war. When the simple are, after all, the most powerful and who gives in, wins.
Dialogue between Poems
New Year, life goes on. Everyone expects a miracle cure for a pandemic.
We are not afraid of being deceived; our eyes are turned to hope. A breath of
fresh air that allows us to stop walking in masks. A good dose of illusion has
never hurt anyone. Simplicity is undoubtedly a good way to lead this life. As
for winners or losers? The truth is that none of us leave here alive ...
Mem-Martins (My secretary), December
29, 2020, 6:40 am
Nonô (M.ª Leonor Costa)
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