João Tomaz Parreira Poems

All the branches that I observe
lie

Lying today in the wind
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Three legs of the Steinway
raise a symphony of birds
in the veins above of the floor
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When you were with me
I never could die

My eyes wandered
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You made your lips more real
with lipstick, your red
lips
swallow a balcony
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Odysseus who walked in circles
in the sea and arrested the body
and its ears
to the mast of the ship
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Our breasts are on strike
Our legs
they do not fly far away
until the man's dream
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Paris nessa noite tinha
a luz distribuída pelas gotas da chuva.

Sartre e Beauvoir não estavam lá.
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Fernando Pessoa died
in the Bairro Alto
he put glasses on the table
for ever, three days
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The ghost of bebop
from 52nd Street,
left footprints in the snow.
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A car door slamming in the night
John Ashbery

Your noise
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