We Don't Wanna Remember Poem by Clovisvaldo Marques Baleeiro

wets the shower, blandly the flowers, in the garden;
droplets of water attain the old house roof, in harmony,
again... and again and again...

The face of a small pond starts rippling,
The damp of the dew dims the windowpane,
The whir and whirl of the wind continues,
in the morning and in the evening,
spinning, spinning, spinning.


in the air odd voices,
whispers and noises,
fathomless thoughts.

Let us now bare each gloomy heart,
all the doors, that for very long,
have being closed and barred out...
Real Life can be lonely, sad and dark,
filled with lots and lots of pipe,
dreams which are not to be desired:
though they belong, belong, belong, belong to us humans

The branches of the trees wave outside,
between the curtains ajar,
The firewood crackles at the side,
A rustle of dead leaves sounds far.

And its din speaks sweetly in the drift:
Listen! listen!
hear it!

forgotten ambers
flaming at random
so that we remember


Let us heal all wounds and scars,
stop the bleeding, other things among,
hurtfully running out...
Real Life can be lonely, sad and dark,
Filled with deception and pipe,
dreams which never realize:
though they belong, belong, belong, belong to us humans

Heavy clouds lounge above,
a grey sky covers the sun,
Every story can make the whole world sob,
in the patter that goes on... and on... and on...

in a bad wether,
we know there's ever some sun, after a pour;

The streets are so small
and sorry;
The drizzle tears wash all
the worry;
Yesterday some sorrow, Tomorrow;
It won't be the same;
and the rain,
silently falls,
in the cold and dismal...
shadowy night,
People secrets and lies,
The dangerous....
and hazardous game of life.

Let us try and change and make our minds
somehow, maybe we find out
something new, another path...
Real Life can be lonely, sad and dark,
filled with lots and lots of pipe,
dreams which never come alive:
though they belong, belong, belong, belong to us humans

Just clean and clear up our inner,
souls, our inner true self that for so long
has being bitter. That's enough...
Real Life can be lonely, sad and dark,
filled with illusion and pipe
dreams and so many hows and whys:
though they belong, belong, belong, belong to us humans