Dors
A poem
.
There are pains
for which
There are no doctors.
not even books
not even teachers
whose cure
It cannot be taught.
in Schools
Medicine
"You have nothing"
says the person examining you.
There are pains
that don't fit
in tumors
They are bigger.
more subtle
they don't find them
the robots
They don't cut them.
scalpels
There are pains
who came
after
without cause
nor why
They came from the flood.
without Noah's Ark
They don't get discouraged.
Not even with bullets
There's no point in insulting them.
They are always with you.
They travel in your suitcase.
They are on the living room sofa.
Nobody talks about them.
because he doesn't see
* This is an opinion article, the responsibility of the author, and does not reflect the opinion of Brasil 247.
