Daisy Buchanan: Before and After
I've
read some poetry books
that
are not like I thought.
They
were beautiful tools
like
the jewels I got.
I
like writing in verse
because
rithms and styles
are
like a face which is terse,
clean,
and always smiles.
I
never care meanings.
What´s
said isn´t bound.
I
care about three things:
money,
myself, and Tom.
¡Ha,
ha! ¡Look at my rhymes!
They´re
not difficult at all.
They
are like little crimes
that
I like each time a little more.
Ask
for Wilson. He knows
the
terrible and huge hit
that
mades her wife fall.
I
was just driving
at
a wonderful night
with
the great Jay Gatsby:
both
sited side by side.
When
I was with Gatsby
I
loved him too
but
I was already married.
I
was really a fool.
He
didn´t love me
but
the Daisy of the past.
He
was absorbed by his dreams,
In
this sense, he was mad.
Money
is the motor
of
all this wretched world.
Here,
only matters the honor,
and
how to survive if troubles come.
Money
can give you coats,
coats
can keep you warm,
warm
can give you happyness,
but
without money, all will go wrong.
I
got money when I got Tom,
more
or less five years ago,
and
I thought it wasn´t going to last,
but
I realized he loves me:
I
am sure of that.
Before I took it as a farse,
until
he woke me up.
I
love him, undobtedly,
but
we are weak and get older.
We
had an affair, but,
actually,
we know we need each other.
And
how to forget Pammy?
She
is growing up
and
I hope she becomes
in
a beatiful little fool.
That´s
the best thing a woman can be.
This´s
how the society works.
In
the book that Nick wrote
I
seem to be shallow...
I
don´t want me to be that,
but
I think it´s true: I´m like a shadow
that
doesn´t like to walk through light.
Now,
I read "The Great Gatsby",
and
I sadden because of me...
Now
I know what I´ve been:
selfish
and shallow.
Since
then I´ve been straining
to
erase my past shadow
and
become a real wife
and
also a true mother.
Óscar Santos Pradana
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