Papa And Sunday Poem by guillermo veloso

Papa And Sunday



I smell the caldo/ham and cabbage/chorizo and beef/potato and grelos/scratchy record/ Pepe Blanco and Carmen Moreno/tie and apron/scotch and soda/cologne and tool/papa and Sunday
These are not the smells of the grave
Memories alive, fresh and colored

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