ADVERTÊNCIA 

«Lugares, factos e pessoas são, neste livro, reais. Não inventei nada, e sempre que, na esteira do meu velho costume de romanciasta, inventava, sentia-me imediatamente impelida a destruir quando inventara.

Os nomes são também reais. Sentindo, ao escrever este livro, uma intolerância tão profunda fosse por que invenção fosse, foi-me impossível mudar os nomes verdadeiros, que me pareceram indissolúveis das pessoas verdadeiras. Talvez haja quem não goste de se descobrir assim, com o seu nome e apelido, num livro. Mas a isso nada tenho a responder.» 

Natalia Ginzburg

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COME AND SEE

they will say
you did not know me
they will say
you did not love me
they will say
you did not thirst
for the taste of me

they will say i lied
about our youthful encounter
when i lifted my hem
and i let my form shine through
the folds
of a terrible day

40 years i wandered
in your desert
a moment of your beauty
and 40 years of breathlessness
to balance it
40 years of remorse
40 years of disappointment

sleep which gives no rest
caress which does not calm
excitement with no background
arousal from no depth
the shallows of excitement
because it was not you

and a hand across my mouth
to silence me
a clever fatigue
to shut me down
a knot in my throat
a blow to the brain
a sweet distraction
to kill the appetite
a flush of sugar
to kill the appetite

an then forgetting you
for 40 years
building houses
for women
whom you sent
to remind me

see how i failed you
but that doesn't mean
it never happened

this began
and fizzled out
once again
too tired
to love you

or look for you
in the suffering

and did i forget to thank you
for what i felt
a moment ago
when you beckoned me
with god knows what
drunken promises


Leonard Cohen, The Flame

come gather the pieces
all scattered and lost
the lie in what's holy
the light in
    what's not

Leonard Cohen, The Flame

and is it still raining back in november

Did I ever love you | Did I ever need you
Did I ever fight you | Did I ever want to

Did I ever leave you | Was I ever able
Or are we still leaning | Across the old table

Was it ever settled | Was it ever over
And is it still raining | Back in November

The lemon trees blossom | The almond trees whither
Was I ever someone | Who could love you forever


Leonard Cohen, The Flame

MEMÓRIA

Retenho com os meus
dentes
a tua boca entreaberta

e as palmas das mãos
dormentes
resvalam brandas e certas

As tuas mãos no meu peito
e ao longo
das minhas pernas


Maria Teresa Horta, EU SOU A MINHA POESIA antologia pessoal

te extraño madrid #1

mushrooms

Overnight, very
Whitely, discreetly,
Very quietly

Our toes, our noses
Take hold on the loam,
Acquire the air.

Nobody sees us,
Stops us, betrays us;
The small grains make room.

Soft fists insist on
Heaving the needles,
The leafy bedding,

Even the paving.
Our hammers, our rams,
Earless and eyeless,

Perfectly voiceless,
Widen the crannies,
Shoulder through holes. We

Diet on water,
On crumbs of shadow,
Bland-mannered, asking

Little or nothing.
So many of us!
So many of us!

We are shelves, we are
Tables, we are meek,
We are edible,
 
Nudgers and shovers
In spite of ourselves.
Our kind multiplies:

We shall by morning
Inherit the earth.
Our foot's in the door.


Sylvia Plath, Sylvia Plath Poems chosen by Carol Ann Duffy

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ya no me importa si vuelves | da igual si desapareces | ya no me importa si vuelves

ahora puedo caer dentro del vacío | y gritar hasta el infinito
sentir que nada es lo mismo | que todo es mejor

que ahora todo es mejor