Poesia dentro e fora

La praia

I didn't need to touch it

because it got in my hair

~
O Palácio

In the silence, in the echoes

I pursue my path

Covert depression

and ripples of revelation

Structures of power as in history

soon discoverable

with the voice

that arose

I discovered

the mechanisms at work

in the brutishness of time memorial

where pain grazed many days after

The start of fresh tears before the dawn

destinies entwined

in his small hand

Time confined to a particle,

its reflection in a fun house mirror

at all hours of the night.
I doggedly made haste

Only through the camera lens

which fell on my body like drops over time
could I comprehend the mark and spasm,
see the soul and what happened to it

Can you believe it?
I ask myself.

In the process it was, I let go

and out of nowhere I'm ready to speak

Can you hear it?

Silence waking up

I didn't know I had been waiting

 

Words seeking light within

Unfolding as if for a friend