Calligrams - poems

In the nights more cold
its when my mind think more
think about you
and what happend to us
i couldn’t stop when you decidete to go
the tears just fall in all the world
i don't know where are you
but i dont care at all
because i know
you take care of this little girl.
The cat runs with the ball
Whole white
And a black mask on her little head
Fun and happy, her eyes watching
Watch her walk, all of her
Moving to the beat of an invisible harmony her beautiful tail
Is careful and hygienic
Taking a bath every hour
Through the window she likes to look
But she doesn't like to go out
What an ironic cat!
Quite a case when she goes to the vet
With meows she begs like a dying cat
Upon discovering a splendid delicacy
She ends up winning
No one can deny it
A very loving cat
as well as playful
She sleeps in bed with her owner
And by all she is loved.
Here everything is very nice
knowing that you know every corner is comforting
you know you are safe from all that is outside
it is quite easy to get around
my house keeps every memory
my house keeps every secret
and my house is a witness to many joys and sorrows
that's why my house is very valuable to me
when I return, I see that things are different
it's very empty and cold
I like to fill this place even though I'm alone
I feel that somehow things revive
when I leave, everything returns to its place
memories remain, less than those that were created before
it becomes a silent place again
and my house awaits our return.
Henceforth
I have to answer
with gratitude, effort,
determination and vigilance.
I think, I think,
what should I do?,
respond to the sacrifice
that they did for me, with joy.
Joy, yes!
Because this life that I have,
I receive it freely and I owe
respond with study, work and courage.
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