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segunda-feira, 21 de outubro de 2013

IMAGINARY


Imaginary

I made you into meanings
you did not have
and in the making of these meanings
I got to know you so well!

Where then did I get the 9th sense of you?

Where did I get my clues?

The clinging evidence is never clear.

When did you slip in
un-announced
in the messages from beneath the dreams
between the lines
inside the hollows of very old trees?




Imaginário


No imaginar te inventei
de um no fazer fiz o outro
e do tanto que teci
te soube tão bem

Mas de onde o veio do nono 
sentido de ti?
De onde a fresta?
O pegajoso das seivas não me conta

Quando mesmo na chegada
de mansinho
assim tão calado
devagarinho

revelado dentre as linhas
dos recados enrustidos em sonhos
escondidos  
nas cavernas de arvores tão antigas?


domingo, 20 de outubro de 2013

LIKE A BIRD


Like a bird,

a story I tell about a carver


From the perch of my middle class

I watch you slide by me
as if you had business with Zen
daily construction contracts with the Japanese

knew all about precise needles to acupunctures
good spelling of soul tai chi feng chui
massaging words
of age and wisdom

you fly by me like a tarot card
tossed in fast in a bet in Vegas
like an arroyo in Madrid of New Mexico
in quicksand

yet stripped off clothing,
material wealth and maybe home
upon return I watch you

grounded by the Merchant Marine
the daughters of the American revolution
the Labor Party
and the Navy 

grounded by the endless
idyllic love of your father
for your mother
  
grounded by conviction

As if you had business with the soul
knew of the intricate weavings
embroideries of this imaginary
as if you knew why and how and when.

I watch you fly
carver
like a friend to something
like a loss

I watch you carve
as I etch words out of
I watch you fly
like me

a bird in migration
 
 
 

domingo, 7 de julho de 2013

IMPULSO DO IMAGINARIO/ IMAGINARY PULSE


Quando o impulso do Imaginário
toma fôlego

dentre as linhas se refugia
e sacode o tempo

as Atrações sussuram seus nomes
no carinho do espaço refugiado
e viram Voz