POETRY

GARDEN OF THE FRIEND Friend’s garden everybody happy, even the ant. The party is over, ant chews, the cicada advanced. (Paulo Leminski) http://www.amazon.com/Toda-Poesia-Em-Portugues-Brasil/dp/8535922237

A SMALL NIGHT A small night storm blows, saying falling is the essence of a flower, preceding those who hesitate. (Yukio Mishima) http://www.amazon.co.uk/Decay-Angel-Sea-Fertility/dp/009928457X/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1432713615&sr=1-1  

CONTACT IX In the evening in peace, blue of spreads on everything a liquid silence, and instead leaves me alone, secluded, faithful observer of a nagging soliloquy loving propiziato by your absence and my unfortunate mind. Not from the yoke imposed and uncertain state, no one free, that this evil of today, still is good in but transfigured, thanks to …

AND NOT NEVER DIE A ship glazed, the door, the table, the bed. Living is hard and uncomfortable, but it is convenient to die. I’m relaxed and I think, maybe these white sheets wrapped him that today he’s gone to the other world. The faucet drips plan. Life, disheveled like a whore, she appears out of the fog and see …

THE HURRICANE The hurricane uproots everything around me, the hurricane uproots me in leaves and useless words. Whirlwinds of passion hiss silent, but peace is the tornado arid, on the escape of the rainy season. You wind burning pure wind, wind of summer, it burns you every flower, every thought compartment, when the sand dunes lies on the heart. Anvella, …

WE NOW THERE WE GO, GRADUALLY We now we go little by little, to the land where joy and peace. Perhaps, soon I’ll have to pick up my mortal remains for the journey. Care birch forests! O earth! And you, the sands of the plains! Before this crowd of runners, I have no strength to hide my sadness. I loved …

EXERCISE OF STYLE I’ll try not to use perfect words, such beauty, freedom, your light. Too big, they are waiting. More urgently, it says: last night I counted with the body, three hundred fingers of your hand. (Carmen Camacho)

ONE DAY WILL EXIST One day there will the girl and the woman, whose name will no longer mean only one opposed to the male, but something in itself, something that will not be expected to complete and border, but only in real life: the feminine humanity. This progress will transform the experience of love, which is now full of …

WOMEN Woman who does not have a face and voice name, who ever convened in my dream, come and tell me what, by that bank, that time return transmuted, or come to meet me. As ever, I have to read you sign woman, to do that you have come,  back to desire. (Jesus Diaz Armas)

SOMETIMES YOUR SADNESS IS A YACHT Huge, white and expensive, like an anvil dropped from heaven: how will we get onboard, up there, when it hurts our necks to look? Other times it is a rock on the lawn, and matter can never be destroyed. But today we hold it to the edge of our bed, shutting our eyes, on …