Cientificamente me pergunto
como foi criado o meu cérebro,
que faço eu com este engano.
Finjo ter alma e pensamentos
para melhor circular entre os outros,
por vezes parece-me mesmo amar
rostos e palavras de pessoas, raras;
sendo tocada gostaria de poder tocar,
mas descubro sempre que todas as minhas emoções
dependem de um temporal que se avizinha.

- Patrizia Cavalli

You can walk

believing you cast

a light around you.

But how will you know?

- Mark Strand 

Nothing will tell you

where you are. 

Each moment is a place

you've never been.

- Mark Strand

My body lies down

and I hear my own

voice lying next to me.

- Mark Strand

Coming to This
Mark Strand

We have done what we wanted.
We have discarded dreams, preferring the heavy industry
of each other, and we have welcomed grief
and called ruin the impossible habit to break.

And now we are here.
The dinner is ready and we cannot eat.
The meat sits in the white lake of its dish.
The wine waits.

Coming to this
has its rewards: nothing is promised, nothing is taken away.
We have no heart or saving grace,
no place to go, no reason to remain.

nothing can save
you
except
writing.
it keeps the walls
from
failing.
the hordes from
closing in.
it blasts the
darkness.
writing is the
ultimate
psychiatrist,
the kindliest
god of all the
gods.
writing stalks
death.
it knows no
quit.
and writing
laughs
at itself,
at pain.
it is the last
expectation,
the last
explanation.

- charles bukowski

Depois de A. Nunes

A. Melo

a palavra 

descansa pálida 

na folha alva — 

silêncio em silêncio

Je cherche en même temps l’éternel et l’éphémère
- Georges Perec

Que silêncios
afugentam
as aves?

- João Bosco da Silva

Ognuno sta solo sul cuor della terra

trafitto da um raggio di sole:
ed è súbito sera.

- Salvatore Quasimodo

à guisa de entropia

- nelson ascher

No quedará en la noche una estrella.

- Jorge Luis Borges

Quelle âme est sans défaut?

- Arthur Rimbaud