Rebeca Melo

There were days in which I forget things like the uniform, an onion to make a recipe… And there were days in which I forget myself I just would lay down on my bed, or an armchair Listening to the birds or some old music Then I would listen to someone calling me, But I wouldn’t stand because I wouldn’t know It was me… Mother! Grandma! Mistress! Lady! Rebeca! Then all of a sudden, I would wake up Realizing it was me My son, my daughter, my grandchildren Even my husband… Yes, I was still there, alive But it was strange It seemed to me those things never happened Those people were not mine And my life was a dream… But then my hus would come and kiss my forehead And then I would know I was me And those days would get some color again ‘cause my love was there to tell me it was all truth And I’ll never forget anything else It's all about frustrated dreams... I see myself now as being alone in a certain point of the univ...