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To my grandfather Pedro.
Near your village,
a rock emerged in the savannah
he, a lawyer who almost became a priest.
My grandfather still awakes from nightmares.
He was formed in the middle of the revolution
trembling to the beat of sirens
running away from the corpses without names
appealing for mercy
appealing to history.
And as if a lizard lived in his head
his memories are swollen
with an ocean of remembrances.
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