Carlos Ramos Poems

Não foste breve na minha noite
nem tangível como as faúlhas brancas do poema
o abismo onde se escorrega livremente
é o pássaro das coisas intensas
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I bound my lips to your destiny
thus begin certain stories to two mouths
someone dips their hands in the water
and build a house
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Where there once was a star in the mouth
today a black stone is visible
and the mystery is this despair
of the words that do not embody the poem
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Life passes you by the window
an icy air
burn the time left
she goes away
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The wall devoured by the sun
the small flowers closed in the refections
their mouths open to the hopeful blue of the day
in the water eyes
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Where everything was scarce
were you

Fly me the word
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You were not brief in my night
nor tangible like the white sparks of the poem
the abyss where it slips freely
is the bird of intense things
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