| Aspiring poet, born in Brazil, writes mainly in Portuguese. Translations to most works as well as their date of creation can be found in the comment boxes directly below the original text. |


Poetica II - VisionisEu te vejo, querida, por aí, escondida nas faces daqueles que cultivam, em segredo, sua mãe: a Beleza.Poetica II - Visionis
As cores das palavras e a harmonia das cores te revelam, em ruas, corpos, almas, aos olhos encantados do poeta.


RunCorre!Run
Olha a moça! Corre, moça! Corre que o ônibus vem! Tadinha, que frio! Corre que aqui tá quentinho!
Corre pra ficar pertinho de mim, passageira eterna, passageira como eu - corre!
Corre que tá pra sair! Vem, aperta o passo pra sentar aqui comigo bem aqui do meu ladinho, minha mocinha pequenina, toda tão arrumadinha, de bochecha vermelhinha, tão lindinha de correr!


Master of RavensMaster of RavensMaster of Ravens
1 My little brother is nine years old the first time I decide to kill him.
During the night, snow fell over the jagged wreckage of our land. In the morning I realize he will follow me outside if I call to him. Like an awkward-limbed colt he’ll stumble through the snowdrifts, and I can leave him to the ice and wind in the shadow of a three-walled building. No one will see me. Our father will think he has gotten lost on his own. I too will cry when they find his body. When the mourning is done, however, I will be my father's true and only son. ‘Cam,’ he will call to me, and I’
My own regrets
P Y T H O N| Aspiring poet, born in Brazil, writes mainly in Portuguese. Translations to most works as well as their date of creation can be found in the comment boxes directly below the original text. |
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Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering,
fearing, doubting ...(Edgar Allan Poe)
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