Self-portrait



I see you.



Arch's illusion from poor eyebrows

concise eyes like pin's heads animate your stone' smooth face

thin lips of tense irony draw your mouth where dreams die.



Pipe smokes your smells

flowing liquids

long throat down.



You get lost in the mirror.



Face.


(to read the Portuguese version of this text please click on the above picture)

In "SonhoGrafias", Universitária Editora, 2000