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Oxalis are back
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Not everything that comes to the net is fish
2021 first sprouts
Today it will rain cats and dogs
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Today it's much better!
Goodbye, see you next!
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Dogs have to stretch the legs. Their owners too.
The fly
Ambushed domestic lynx
West advertising billboard
On one hand the beach, on the other the fish traps
Whispering boats in the moorings
Amphora in the shadow of god
In my garden, by winter, they are the best I have
BIRD (*)
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Who has said that all car-parks are ugly?
Deus Cérebro (*)
In pandemic times it's required to keep the physic…
Gray morning
The eucalyptus heart
A shell of sea
Sunday's visit
Levada
Tarzan of the 5th floor, left
"God gives bread but does not knead the flour"
NIGHTMARE
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Let the shadow go down and take us
in its mystery, in which everything
is passage and threshold, stealthy
and incandescent presence.
The river flows and your face
is submerged, your voice,
maybe the memory of other faces
and other voices
crossing in the fold of time
twinning in the dark,
maybe they're nothing but debris
of an old dream
or a fright vision
of the eternal.
///
DISCÍPULOS DA MADRUGADA
Que a sombra desça e nos tome
no seu mistérioi, em que tudo
é passagem e limiar, presença
furtiva e incandescente.
O rio flui e nele se submerge
o teu rosto, a tua voz,
talvez a memória de outros rostos
e de outras vozes
cruzando-se na dobra do tempo
aparentando-se na escuridão,
talvez não sejam senão destroços
de um antigo sonho
ou de uma visão em sobressalto
do eterno.
by Maria João CANTINHO, in "Palavra Comum - Revista galega de artes e letras", palavracomum.com, posted 06.10.2020
(English translated by Armando TABORDA, 2021)
(photograph taken from Internet - published under the fair use doctrine for non-commercial educational purposes)
in its mystery, in which everything
is passage and threshold, stealthy
and incandescent presence.
The river flows and your face
is submerged, your voice,
maybe the memory of other faces
and other voices
crossing in the fold of time
twinning in the dark,
maybe they're nothing but debris
of an old dream
or a fright vision
of the eternal.
///
DISCÍPULOS DA MADRUGADA
Que a sombra desça e nos tome
no seu mistérioi, em que tudo
é passagem e limiar, presença
furtiva e incandescente.
O rio flui e nele se submerge
o teu rosto, a tua voz,
talvez a memória de outros rostos
e de outras vozes
cruzando-se na dobra do tempo
aparentando-se na escuridão,
talvez não sejam senão destroços
de um antigo sonho
ou de uma visão em sobressalto
do eterno.
by Maria João CANTINHO, in "Palavra Comum - Revista galega de artes e letras", palavracomum.com, posted 06.10.2020
(English translated by Armando TABORDA, 2021)
(photograph taken from Internet - published under the fair use doctrine for non-commercial educational purposes)
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