A pessoa, o lugar, o objeto
estão expostos e escondidos
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Por que Deus permite
que as mães vão-se embora?
59 lines
Queria ter coragem
Para falar deste segredo
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João amava Teresa que amava Raimundo
que amava Maria que amava
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João loved Teresa who loved Raimundo
who loved Maria who loved Joaquim
23 lines, 1 comment
Why does God allow
that mothers go away?
60 lines, 1 comment
The person, the place, the object
are exposed and hidden
105 lines, 2 comments
Stalingrado...
Depois de Madri e de Londres, ainda há grandes cidades.
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I wish I had the courage
To speak of this secret
49 lines, 2 comments
In the corner of the living room was an album of unbearable photos,
many meters high and infinite minutes old,
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Flesh that fears to grow old calls on the Devil
And asks him for consolation. The Devil listens
9 lines, 1 comment
The poet rode the trolley drunk.
The sun came up behind the yards.
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How to remember without suffering?
to recollect without horror?
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In the warm, humid night, noiseless and dead, a boy cries.
His crying behind the wall, the light behind the window
12 lines, 2 comments
An insect digs
digs without alarm
13 lines, 3 comments
It is an old
piano, belonged
100 lines, 2 comments
Clara strolled in the garden
with the children.
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The man said to his friend:
-Soon I'll visit you
30 lines, 1 comment
When I came from my land
if I really came from my land
49 lines, 2 comments
When I was born, a crooked angel,
the kind who live in shadows,
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Stalingrad...
After Madrid and London, there are still great cities.
69 lines, 2 comments
Sweet ghost, why do you visit me
as in other times our bodies visited each other?
38 lines, 2 comments
I no longer want to consult
dictionaries in vain.
13 lines, 2 comments
I create an elephant
of my scarce resources.
104 lines, 5 comments
Peace tries to land in Vietnam,
but only after a cautious examination.
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I spent one hour thinking of a verse
my pen does not want to write.
9 lines, 5 comments
I missed the trolley and the hope.
Pale, I go back home.
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I knocked on the door of times past, no one answered.
I knocked a second time and then another and ano
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The hammock between two mango trees
swayed in the sunken world.
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Tenho apenas duas mãos
e o sentimento do mundo,
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