…but, my hand… By SHOAHOctober 9, 2014Literature NOVANEWS Dr: Teresinka Pereira I am tired of reading, of thinking… but my hand goes on writing, desolate, bounded, insisting on communicating something sad, with pretended humbleness, an old complaint, a skeptical shame, hoping that at daybreak your eyes reach me at this sunny window and return at last, the love you owe me.
