Poem by *Teresinka Pereira
President IWA
INTRANSIGENT ANGER
IN LOVE
Every time I talk to you
I feel your vigilant
and imaginary pen
taking notes
word by word
of my sins.
Your secret and
intransigent anger
is an intruder
in our hunger for love.
Love does not
wear armor,
and from the veins
you can’t draw out
secret impulses
to censure plain
conversation.
At the end, how to live
a total love and
at the same time
to be purified from
sudden problems
of reasoning?
ATUNIS GALAXY POETRY 