Mirrors avoid my face
even noticing I´ve never loved it.
Passing through its static place,
proudness overlaps vanity.
...
Too many tears stream silently
From the eyes of a black body,
spreading down in the hard clay
to a dry and guiltless river
...
Professor of literature at University of the State of Bahia (UNEB) after teaching English and literature in high school. He´s always looking for possibilities of new aesthetic and techniques in literature languages that lead him to write poems and short stories as experiences in the field of poetry. His work has been slowly recognized for some readers around Brazil at the time that audiences around the world will soon be familiar with his particular way to write his work.)
Always Tomorrow
Mirrors avoid my face
even noticing I´ve never loved it.
Passing through its static place,
proudness overlaps vanity.
If it were a boat, that was not a wharf
Even being a thing, I won´t be desire
´cause in me, in me not aim along.
By the woods of loneliness,
I get ride of mortal crowd
and dreaming...
comes to a new falling dawn.