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Wish you all an weekend with a door to the river
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"MY TYPE, YOUR TYPE"
I am not a type - I never type-speak
or leave type-fonts on hands I shake.
I expand like a chest of mirrors
full of the quiver of knives inside.
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"MEU TIPO, TEU TIPO"
Não sou um tipo - nunca converso
ou deixo qualquer referência minha nas mãos que aperto.
Exprimo-me como uma caixa de espelhos
plena do frémito de punhaladas.
by Ankur BETAGERI, Indian poet, fiction writer, photographer and arts ativist (b. 1983), in "LONDON REVIEW OF BOOKS", Volume 38, Number 18, September 2016
(Portuguese translated by Armando TABORDA, 2016)
or leave type-fonts on hands I shake.
I expand like a chest of mirrors
full of the quiver of knives inside.
///
"MEU TIPO, TEU TIPO"
Não sou um tipo - nunca converso
ou deixo qualquer referência minha nas mãos que aperto.
Exprimo-me como uma caixa de espelhos
plena do frémito de punhaladas.
by Ankur BETAGERI, Indian poet, fiction writer, photographer and arts ativist (b. 1983), in "LONDON REVIEW OF BOOKS", Volume 38, Number 18, September 2016
(Portuguese translated by Armando TABORDA, 2016)
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