vou perdendo morada

na súbita lentidão

de um destino

que me vai sendo escasso

- mia couto

such a thin line

Down Cemetery Road, S01E02

day just follows day just follows day

time on top of time on top of time

- grandmother in the summer book, 2024

Sei que a nuvem não me dará o que espero.

- Rüştü Onur

continuamente me estranho

- fernando pessoa

ó grandes ruídos modernos

- álvaro de campos

eu, que tenho sofrido a angústia das pequenas coisas ridículas

- álvaro de campos

J.M.W. Turner, Snow Storm, 1842

I lay down under language

it left me and I slept

- Jean Valentine

Door in the mountain

let me in

- Jean Valentine

Wish you would come back so we could talk about truth.

Miss you.

- Gabrielle Calvocoressi

After Kiki's Delivery Service, 1989

Kiki, c'est moi

Kiki's Delivery Service, 1989

Don’t ever say “purpose” again,

let’s throw the word out.

- Naomi Shihab Nye

BURNING THE OLD YEAR

by Naomi Shihab Nye

Letters swallow themselves in seconds.   

Notes friends tied to the doorknob,   

transparent scarlet paper,

sizzle like moth wings,

marry the air.

So much of any year is flammable,   

lists of vegetables, partial poems.   

Orange swirling flame of days,   

so little is a stone.

Where there was something and suddenly isn’t,   

an absence shouts, celebrates, leaves a space.   

I begin again with the smallest numbers.

Quick dance, shuffle of losses and leaves,   

only the things I didn’t do   

crackle after the blazing dies.