.

.

densas manchas de silêncios

- arnaldo dos santos

.

.

.

A sala

cheia

com teu nome.

- Carlos Ferreira

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.

I'm in love with my future

. 

.

Be patient and tough; someday this pain will be useful to you.

- Ovid

Narcissus by Matt Collishaw, 1990

My Future by Andrew Onorato, 2020

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como quem vem dum cruel lugar incontinente unifico todos os gritos de lá

- abreu paxe

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O silêncio diz - esquece.

- Maria Alexandre Dáskalos

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os verbos cercam-me em silêncio

- joseph brodsky

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Tédio de tudo.

Só tu continuas, sem desgaste.

- Boris Pasternak

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a maré de inquietudes se quebranta

- aleksandr blok

.

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here I am lost in love me land

.

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it may seem to you that I'm acting confused

.

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Los árboles se han cerrado.

El agua se ha cerrado.

El rocío se ha cerrado.

El cielo

inmensamente cerrado.

- Samuel Feijóo

. 

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Quanti anni che mesi che stagioni

nel giro di una notte

- Vittorio Sereni

.

.

.

Ecco le voci cadono e gli amici

sono così distanti

che un grido è meno

che un murmure a chiamarli.

- Vittorio Sereni

.

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When I say you I really mean I.

- Sridala Swami

. 

.

.

...the line I called the horizon

does not exist and sky and water,

so long apart, are the same state of being.

- Lisel Mueller

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I close my eyes and see

a seagull in the desert,

high, against unbearably blue sky.

There is hope in the past.

I'm writing to you

all the time, I am writing 

with both hands,

day and night.

- Franz Wright

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Some say

the more you stray

the more you're saved,

I wouldn't be surprised

- Franz Wright

.

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PROMISE

by Franz Wright

Long nights, short years. Forgiving

silence

When morning comes, and pain–

no one is a stranger, this whole world is your home.

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you'll remember me somehow

though you don't need me now

.

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.

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Where have I been, can I say for certain?

Where have I been?

- Campbell McGrath

.

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Things age and, when old

enough, no longer able to resist,

become animate. Unable to stay

free of life.

- Keith Waldrop

.

.

.

I must remove all this:

evening chill, an impression of transparency, your

presence–remove it all, without

letting anything go.

- Keith Waldrop

.

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my silence nestles into you

- paul celan

.

.

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I can still see you: an echo

- Paul Celan

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