FELIZ NATAL A TODOS

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FELIZ 2008

Lisboa

"Por trás dos muros da cidade
no seu coração profundo de alicerces
de argilas e de sísmicos arroios - cresce uma voz
que sobe e fende a brandura das casas"

Al Berto in Horto de Incêndio

Desejo perder-me no teu rosto e no teu corpo sem que possas ver que estou aí.
És parte de pequenos recortes que faço no coração, recortes que espalho pelo chão e piso de madrugada.
Desejo desejar o ódio e fazer desse ódio o motivo do meu anseio por ti.

Sara Almeida

somewhere i have never travelled

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,

or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously) her first rose


or if your wish be to close me,i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals

the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands

the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands

e. e. cummings

*Um dia um Grande Amigo dedicou-me estas palavras...