Dia da Poesia
irás sozinho vida dentro / os braços estendidos como se entrasses na água / o corpo num arco de pedra tenso simulando / a casa / onde me abrigo do mortal brilho do meio-dia
Al Berto
“Films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is nonexistent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery—celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: “It’s not where you take things from—it’s where you take them to.”
Jim Jarmusch
Através do Espelho
Foste sempre a estrangeira:
a da trança de lado
a do olhar de frente
o verde da tua bata
um verde
inconveniente
tinhas muitas moradas
partias e partias
não ficavas
e a meio da viagem
quando os outros seguiam
tu voltavas
in Outonais (poemas 2005-2010), unpublished
© Yvette K. Centeno
THE ROOM OF ONE'S OWN 