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  • To wake, To live
    How to wake up without hurt?
    Restart without horror?
    21 lines, 8 comments
  • Truth
    The door of truth was open,
    but only let pass
    21 lines, 2 comments
  • Dawn
    The poet rode the trolley drunk.
    The sun came up behind the yards.
    33 lines
  • Boy Crying In The Night
    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
  • Receita De Ano Novo
    Para você ganhar belíssimo Ano Novo
    cor do arco-íris, ou da cor da sua paz,
    40 lines, 1 comment
  • In the Middle of the Road
    In the middle of the road there was a stone
    there was a stone in the middle of the road
    26 lines, 5 comments
  • Poetry
    I spent one hour thinking of a verse
    my pen does not want to write.
    9 lines, 5 comments
  • Beach - Palm - Peace
    Peace tries to land in Vietnam,
    but only after a cautious examination.
    61 lines, 4 comments
  • Shoulders Support The World
    There comes a time when we no longer say: my God.
    A time of absolute purity.
    25 lines, 7 comments
  • An Ox Looks at Man
    They are more delicate even than shrubs and they run
    and run from one side to the other, always forgetting
    30 lines, 1 comment
  • New Year's Recipe
    If you want to have a beautiful New Year
    The color of the rainbow or the color of your peace,
    39 lines, 7 comments
  • Seven-Sided Poem
    When I was born, a crooked angel,
    the kind who live in shadows,
    34 lines, 1 comment
  • Flesh That Is Shamed
        Flesh that fears to grow old calls on the Devil
        And asks him for consolation. The Devil listens
    9 lines, 1 comment
  • The House of Times Past
        I knocked on the door of times past, no one answered.
        I knocked a second time and then another and ano
    15 lines, 1 comment
  • The Wander's Illusion
            When I came from my land
            if I really came from my land
    49 lines, 2 comments
  • Apparition of Love
        Sweet ghost, why do you visit me
        as in other times our bodies visited each other?
    38 lines, 2 comments
  • To Remember Life
        How to remember without suffering?
        to recollect without horror?
    20 lines
  • The Great Pain of Things That Will Happen
        The great pain of things that will happen
        turned into the most exquisite pleasure
    16 lines, 4 comments
  • Souvenir of the Ancient World
    Clara strolled in the garden
    with the children.
    29 lines, 1 comment
  • Residue
    From everything a little remained.
    From my fear. From your disgust.
    92 lines, 4 comments
  • The Onset Of Love
    The hammock between two mango trees
    swayed in the sunken world.
    24 lines, 4 comments
  • The Dead in Frock Coats
    In the corner of the living room was an album of unbearable photos,
    many meters high and infinite minutes old,
    8 lines, 2 comments
  • Time
    Who had the idea of slicing time into pieces,
    which were given the name of year,
    32 lines, 1 comment
  • Lost Hope
    I missed the trolley and the hope.
    Pale, I go back home.
    16 lines, 3 comments
  • The Elephant
    I create an elephant
    of my scarce resources.
    104 lines, 5 comments
  • The Word
    I no longer want to consult
    dictionaries in vain.
    13 lines, 2 comments
  • Society
    The man said to his friend:
    -Soon I'll visit you
    30 lines, 1 comment
  • Don't Kill Yourself
    Carlos, keep calm, love
    is what you're seeing now;
    36 lines, 1 comment
  • Where Not Long Ago We Talked
    It is an old
    piano, belonged
    100 lines, 2 comments
  • Letter To Stalingrad
    Stalingrad...
    After Madrid and London, there are still great cities.
    69 lines, 2 comments
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