My glance over the world

My glance over the world



Oh, the world is how much we bring.
Everything exists because I exist
There is because we see
And everything is this, everything is this!

Fernando Pessoa



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The disc goes round
the young lady turns
look at me.

In one eye, the light,
sound, beauty.

I also want to leave
My glance on the world.

A patch of illuminated window,
To the end of a nightfall street,
Like a prior goodbye,
Sofia

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I read in the dawn eyes
The instant secret
I saw in the nightfall
The limit of the existence.

We are done from sparks
Inconsistent
On the contrary of the setting
What is beautiful all the afternoons
Essentially.

Enough

Enough


Merciless will,
And life is drunk,
And the more we drink,
From masterpiece
Intoxicate!

Besides
It is a theater
What we subsidize
And our life
Before the Artists
A few vain
Others jealous
But generous …

Too much
They applaud themselves
Like candles flames
escaping from wind
but they dance.

HSS

Circus

Circus


What a prodigy! What a phenomenon!
Come to assist an intelligent idiot.
Come to see the insane oracle,
the magician whom, travestied of dead man, the gravedigger savours.
The wilful cunning clown,
braggart who is believed predominantly.
Come to see the specialists' uproar
in disobeying to the nature!
Come to see the flatterers' oligarchy.
The disguised nepotism of aristocratic vein.
The intrigue ascensional grasp.


HSS

At Seashore...

At Seashore...


Strange enchantments from cold afternoons
sad afternoons at the seashore.
Wild regions gloomy plains
Prayers in the land sighs on air.
In top - stars remembering wax candles
Below - candles fluttering
Wax candles lighted silvery lilies
lilies that night defoliates.
Purple and gold in the rocky places
Fogs and ash covering sea
seagulls passes of slender and
coy beating wings.
Hard coconut palms in the cold sand
High, manorial palms trees
Have the slenderness, it has the slenderness
Of medieval little princess.
Tearful waves are balls of thread
In the white sand to unroll
What obscure dreams what nightmares
immense vain sea torture?...
The moon floats for the back
For the sea green
It will be a sadness, it will be a remorse
What does the wave smooth down?
Sobs mourn like elegies
Like sonatas in D minor
Echo of all anguishes
That sea knows by heart.
Echo of all the death-rattles
Of those who died in the sea
Deep longings and deep pains
that tries to remember...
Song of the foam, song of the waves,
Complaints that injures like daggers
Crying laments vague anguishes
Oh! So many things to remind!

Wild regions, gloomy plains
Prayers in the land sigh on air
What strange enchantment in cold afternoons
In the sad afternoons at seashore!

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