FLOWERS FROM THE HEART

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To the memory of Nhanhá.

 

The last days you passed,
Always sad on the bed,
O! who suspected that would be
Your days only torment!

Your eyes always looked
The smiling beauties,
In a sad oh! they were closed
For never again being opened...

In a sad sudarium, black,
Your livid body was,
In your tough and rough sufferings,
Your spirit was whitened...

Everybody cry of nostalgia:
Husband, children, siblings.
They do not forget in truth,
Of the days that sad are gone.

You were cheerful, rident.
Always merry at working,
You always lived happy,
Always ready to promenade.

What a pity, to see you faded!
Crossed hands on the breast
With the sad face, so pale,
Without more gasping your chest.

21th - 8 - 1951