{"id":2110,"date":"2021-12-06T08:00:00","date_gmt":"2021-12-06T07:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/?p=2110"},"modified":"2021-12-01T17:53:06","modified_gmt":"2021-12-01T16:53:06","slug":"a-madwomans-saudade","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/2021\/12\/a-madwomans-saudade\/","title":{"rendered":"A Madwoman\u2019s Saudade"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"color: #0099cc;font-size: small\"><strong>Image<\/strong>: \u00a9 Andreia Abreu Remigio<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right\"><strong>Author<\/strong>: Andreia Abreu Remigio<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right\"><em>To Robim, the dog<\/em><\/p>\n<p><strong>I.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u201cSum total we were seven kids with me,<\/p>\n<p>One brother vanished, one\u2019s son turned the gun.<\/p>\n<p>My sisters? Jealous of what I could be,<\/p>\n<p>How close I would be flying to the sun.<\/p>\n<p>I took my talent to the capital,<\/p>\n<p>Whence I could almost get to the New World.<\/p>\n<p>The lessons I learned were all tangible.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cCan you please tell me what are my words worth?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I asked them, worried, waiting for my call,<\/p>\n<p>I had the life that I\u2019d dreamed of at last.<\/p>\n<p>Above the landmarks I could smell the salt,<\/p>\n<p>And honestly, I thought the worst was past.<\/p>\n<p>My waves met his coastline by accident \u2013<\/p>\n<p>He got my missing piece of innocence.<\/p>\n<p><strong>II.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>My hand he asked the man who put me here.<\/p>\n<p>Our love was like two burning flames combined.<\/p>\n<p>My freezing hands could hold his pain, my dear.<\/p>\n<p>So magical like folklore was his mind.<\/p>\n<p>When he would let his heavy eyelids close,<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019d polish plates as hard as a devout.<\/p>\n<p>And he would not let anyone oppose\u2026<\/p>\n<p>His lips would make any seeds and sweet peas sprout.<\/p>\n<p>Believed in him like in my childhood\u2019s dream.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019d swing and sway softly in my chest.<\/p>\n<p>Remember times when he would glow and gleam,<\/p>\n<p>There was no reason to go and get dressed.<\/p>\n<p>We tried to overlook the tears, truth was<\/p>\n<p>The stasis amplified each of our flaws.<\/p>\n<p><strong>III.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>And he went looking for another one,<\/p>\n<p>As if <em>I<\/em> were somehow wasting honour.<\/p>\n<p>Eventually I guess he found some<\/p>\n<p>Fragment in bottles. My once bright colours<\/p>\n<p>Are now eclipsed\u2026 I\u2019d keep doing the laundry<\/p>\n<p>Like Groundhog Day, and everything was gauche<\/p>\n<p>In my life as he was out the country.<\/p>\n<p>Through my curses and cries unharmed he goes<\/p>\n<p>And goes. I had the shiniest voice, now<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s rusting. Our coming of age has come<\/p>\n<p>And burned out. You know the love story died out \u2013<\/p>\n<p>So what is this poem for anyway, um?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Absentminded I hear \u201cHappy birthday<\/p>\n<p>By the way! You should call more!\u201d I hang up.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Image: \u00a9 Andreia Abreu Remigio Author: Andreia Abreu Remigio To Robim, the dog I. \u201cSum total we were seven kids with me, One brother vanished, one\u2019s son turned the gun. My sisters? Jealous of what I could be, How close I would be flying to the sun. I took my talent to the capital, Whence [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1001999,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_seopress_robots_primary_cat":"","_seopress_titles_title":"","_seopress_titles_desc":"","_seopress_robots_index":"","footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[68],"tags":[36],"class_list":{"0":"post-2110","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-2021-winter","7":"tag-poetry"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2110","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1001999"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2110"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2110\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2110"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2110"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2110"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}