At the wheel…

  …of a Chevrolet on the road to Sintra, Through moonlight and dreams, on the deserted road, I drive alone, drive almost slowly, and it almost Seems to me, or I almost force myself to think it seems, That I’m going down another road, another dream, another world, That I’m going on without having left … More At the wheel…

Out of place

  Homens que são como lugares mal situados Homens que são como casas saqueadas Que são como sítios fora dos mapas Como pedras fora do chão Como crianças órfãs Homens sem fuso horário Homens agitados sem bússola onde repousem Homens que são como fronteiras invadidas Que são como caminhos barricados Homens que querem passar pelos … More Out of place

Words

They are like a crystal, words. Some a dagger, some a blaze. Others, merely dew. Secret they come, full of memory. Insecurely they sail: cockleboats or kisses, the waters trembling. Abandoned, innocent, weightless. They are woven of light. They are the night. And even pallid they recall green paradise. Who hears them? Who gathers them, … More Words

Lingering

Come to me in the silence of the night;     Come in the speaking silence of a dream; Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright     As sunlight on a stream;        Come back in tears, O memory, hope, love of finished years. O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet,     … More Lingering

Be all this

Quiero que sepas una cosa. Tú sabes cómo es esto: si miro la luna de cristal, la rama roja  del lento otoño en mi ventana,  si toco junto al fuego  la impalpable ceniza o el arrugado cuerpo de la leña,  todo me lleva a ti,  como si todo lo que existe,  aromas, luz, metales,  fueran … More Be all this

Take from my palms

Take from my palms, to soothe your heart, a little honey, a little sun, in obedience to Persephone’s bees. You can’t untie a boat that was never moored, nor hear a shadow in its furs, nor  move through thick life without fear. For us, all that’s left is kisses tattered as the little bees that die when … More Take from my palms

Rust and stardust

Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were I have spent the last couple of weeks trying to account for every month of 2017. I needed to go through all the photos in my phone to be able to do this. It seems that without them it would not … More Rust and stardust

LIFE WHILE-YOU-WAIT

Life While-You-Wait. Performance without rehearsal. Body without alterations. Head without premeditation. I know nothing of the role I play. I only know it’s mine. I can’t exchange it. I have to guess on the spot just what this play’s all about. Ill-prepared for the privilege of living, I can barely keep up with the pace … More LIFE WHILE-YOU-WAIT

Suddenly

De repente do riso fez-se o pranto Silencioso e branco como a bruma E das bocas unidas fez-se a espuma E das mãos espalmadas fez-se o espanto De repente da calma fez-se o vento Que dos olhos desfez a última chama E da paixão fez-se o pressentimento E do momento imóvel fez-se o drama. De … More Suddenly