Polly

Polly..., poli!
Poliglota -
quantas línguas
nesta boca,
quantas rotas
neste corpo,
quantos portos
de adeus.

Polly... Pollys,
quantos olhos
neste rosto,
quantos seios
neste todo
tão diverso,
quantos versos!

Polly... Polly...
Quantas pólis
e metrópoles,
quantos pólos
são acrópoles
nestas costas
e pescoço.

Polly... polly...

Soneto

Farewell to the arms

Fare thee well we should say
As soon as the sun goes down.
Regret would never stay
Engraved like in a stone.

We were one, we were two -
End can never ends.
Life’s gone and fear too -
Left only to be friends.

Meet me at the sunset,
At the point where our souls
Run and seek to get
Less haunted by these howls.
United our hands will be,
Close will be our hearts -
If your courage stands by me
Our light will never part.


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quadra do tempo

pela vida passei
e esta vida passou.
hoje já não sei
mais quem sou.

Triptyque presque Romantique

L'Amour est mort,

parce qu'il toujours passe

comme passent les corps.

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Citation

"C'est dangereux le succès. On commence à se copier soi-même et se copier soi-même est plus dangereux que de copier les autres... c'est stérile."

- Pablo Picasso

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