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A farm in the middle of the city - 6
The sun isn't for everyone
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Nobody mourns against the wall
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The shadow of the gnome isn't imagined
I Shall Be Released
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"GIFTWARES" (1995)
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A farm in the middle of the city - 5
The pebbles today warm the cactus
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Buttress
A Farm in the Middle of the City - 1
A BOWL OF SOUP
Piers of Gas in the Space
Beyond all the opulence
Who throws the first stone?
Hug me
Who stole the Easter eggs?
The pigeon eggs don't comply with the Easter minim…
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Old working class neighborhood
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Innocence dies early
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The companions who I didn't have
I feel them weeping for me, veiled,
At sunset, through the gardens...
In its blue heartache revives
My pain of dead hands
Over satins...
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SUGGESTION
Les compagnons qui je n'ai pas eu,
Je les sens à pleurer pou moi, voilées,
Au coucher du soleil, aux jardins...
Dans son bleu chagrin revivre
Ma douleur de mains fermées
Sur des satins...
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SUGESTÃO
As companheiras que não tive,
Sinto-as chorar, por mim, veladas,
Ao pôr do Sol, pelos jardins...
Na sua mágoa azul revive
A minha dor de mãos finadas
Sobre cetins...
by Mário de SÁ-CARNEIRO (1890-1916), in "POESIAS", Edição do Círculo de Leitores, 1979
(English and French translated by Armando TABORDA, 2016)
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I feel them weeping for me, veiled,
At sunset, through the gardens...
In its blue heartache revives
My pain of dead hands
Over satins...
///
SUGGESTION
Les compagnons qui je n'ai pas eu,
Je les sens à pleurer pou moi, voilées,
Au coucher du soleil, aux jardins...
Dans son bleu chagrin revivre
Ma douleur de mains fermées
Sur des satins...
///
SUGESTÃO
As companheiras que não tive,
Sinto-as chorar, por mim, veladas,
Ao pôr do Sol, pelos jardins...
Na sua mágoa azul revive
A minha dor de mãos finadas
Sobre cetins...
by Mário de SÁ-CARNEIRO (1890-1916), in "POESIAS", Edição do Círculo de Leitores, 1979
(English and French translated by Armando TABORDA, 2016)
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