Again alive, from
ambushes assembled by enemies in unsuspected corners,
by inoffensive and ordinary days;
unexpected malicious comments and dirty looks
of people always counted as faithful friends;
unknown and treacherous diseases,
out of reason or occasion to appear;
sleepless nights, frightened by horrible nightmares,
or sunny days, suddenly turned to cold and sullen ones;
recurrent sweet dreams appearing without warning,
in pensive and lonely nights,
remembrance of the woman you still love.
Again alive, unlearned from harsh past lessons,
so is the destiny of amorous, stubborn and delinquent a heart.
This poem and all others at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira ©