Paulo Ramos

I beheaded a poem
For you... my rhyme
I cleaned its insides
I took off its eyes
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What if I scream what if I say that I want just
To Scream what if I ask you to let me only scream
What If I shout to ask you to let me just
Shout and ask to take what I want that is
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Echoes of laughter,
Echoes of fear.
All recalled no one,
Again.
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Gods of heaven or sea
Angels on earth or in hell
Demons attached to the skin
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I have no spells
but I got some sortilege
in the tears of joy
that my eyes spill
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I Composed songs
with no rhythm
waiting for you to listen
the brown of my eyes...
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Loved a body
uncertain
Like who smells
winters
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Your Kiss is an addiction.
Your kiss is the sign
of all my sins.
It is the food
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Do not fall

On me the Icarus
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There is a sound of the sea
In the curves of your shoulders
In the pits of your collarbone
Ships, seagulls and screams.
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Love, so blind!

This hairknot.
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tell me then
what to do to the pieces
the shards, the remains
not swept away by the wind,
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Quero que as borboletas sejam livres para ir aonde quiserem.

Amo a tudo, sem distinção momentânea ou diária...
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O sabor das palavras
Permanece no hálito
De quem as pronuncia.
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Ao fundo uma flauta que não se ouve,
Um som que nada ecoa ou reverbera.
Ao fundo a voz que retorna em vómito,
Que treme cordas que, maré-alta,
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Once upon a time

I don't know what...
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quem me lê
não sabe as letras
que eu escrevi
quem me vê
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all beaches are distant,
with its deep sounds...
with their jealous gods...
with its changing colors...
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