Produção- Maria Fernanda de Paula

 Maria Fernanda de Paula Silva

Turma: 5D1

RGM:30566428

Even when you undress her

you are searching for me

i am sorry i

taste so good

when the two of you

make love it is

still my name

that rolls off your

tongue accidentally

(Rupi Kaur)

Intertextuality:

Reading this poem by Kupi Kaur I could not keep myself from making a connection with the song Silver Springs by the band Fleetwood Mac. Being certain that you were so important in someone else's life is the main point. When Kaur says “it is still my name that rolls off your tongue accidentally” it can be related directly to the lyrics: “You'll never get away from the sound of the woman that loved you.”
 

Silver Springs (Fleetwood Mac)

You could be my silver spring
Blue-green, colors flashing
I would be your only dream
Your shining autumn, ocean crashing

Don't say that she's pretty
And did you say that she loved you
Baby I don't want to know

So I begin not to love you
Turn 'round, see me running
I say I loved you years ago
But tell myself you never loved me, no

And don't say that she's pretty
And did you say that she loved you
Baby I don't want to know

Oh, no
And can you tell me was it worth it
Baby I don't want to know

Time cast a spell on you
But you won't forget me
I know I could have loved you
But you would not let me

Time cast a spell on you
But you won't forget me
I know I could have loved you
But you would not let me

I'll follow you down till the sound
Of my voice will haunt you
(Give me just a chance)
You'll never get away from the sound
Of the woman that loved you
(Was I just a fool)

I'll follow you down till the sound
Of my voice will haunt you
(Give me just a chance)
You'll never get away from the sound
Of the woman that loved you
(Was I just a fool)

I made a poem that grew from the feeling expressed by the authors.

Who’s a heretic now?

As it is hard to remember it's hard to be remembered

Seeing my name being dragged into the mud

I know the scars I left 

their meanings and meanness 

I became the reflection of the treatment

It shocked 

Was all but pure

Now I have many names

Heretic, wicked 

Remembered