Palavras Poem by Paulo Ramos

O sabor das palavras
Permanece no hálito
De quem as pronuncia.

As palavras prenunciam
O mar a arder nos ouvidos
As palavras andam por aí
Agarradas aos cabelos do vento!

As palavras pendem
Da língua, escorrem
Do nariz e de repente
Perdem a cor…

As palavras deixam
Morrer a flor
E os segredos e
Os suspiros e os ecos.

Sou-me, sonoro e seco
Soam-me, ecos no fim
Do beco
Suam-me, lágrimas na pele
Que estala.
Pele lisa de ouro azulado
Perdida, húmida, aturdida.

…

The flavor of words
Remains in the breath of
Whom speaks them.

Words foreshadow
The sea burning ears
The words go around
Clinging to the hair of the wind!

The words stay
on the tongue, dreep from
The nose and suddenly
Discolour...

Words allow
Dying flowers
And the secrets and
The sighs and echoes.

I am me, loud and dry
Sounds me, echoes at the end
Of the alley
I sweat, tears from the skin
Cracking.
Skin smooth of blueish gold
Lost, wet, stunned.

Paulo Ramos - Trofa - Portugal - 26.11.2009