The challenge that resides in the word “poem”

I don’t feel like writing.

I wanted a song. That’s when I remembered that in my computer there is a programme that allows me to do all sorts of things with music, create it even. I had never opened it before and, I must confess, it is an entire world. Kind of freighting and at the same time all kinds of wonderful.

Within seconds I was able to edit what I like to call “my song”.

I say “my song” with joy, because I have never done anything similar before, as simple as it may be to other people.

And then it felt short, not enough…

(p.s. the voice volume is purposively low)

Absence (Carlos Drummond de Andrade)

For a long time, I thought that absence meant lack of

And I regretted, ignorant, that same lack

Today, I do not regret it

There is no lack in absence

Absence is a state of being in me

And I feel it, blanc, so stuck,

In the embrace of my

Arms,

For I laugh and dance and devise joyful exclamations,

Because the absence, that absence

Assimilated,

No one can’t take away from me.

(This business of "do something with" was born from my inertia. It is a sort of challenge given to me and fulfilled on what is left of the following 24 hours.)

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