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TEREZA PORTO
WRITING
The reading of manuscripts
Unveils my innermost universe
and leaves me with the
strange and unconfortable feeling
that some piece of my clothes
have been removed.
Such
indiscretion of mine,
To allow people to enter
My hidden places
Leaves me overpowered by
An unconcious pudency
A secret instinct
To safeguard under seven keys
Something that
Suddenly
Emerges from inside of me
In the form of words
In rhythm of verses
With pretensions of poetry.
I
have to discover
The invisible way
Of writing...
CHAINLINK
In
the solitude of night
Shadows wander
Lost behind the walls
In the hope that darkness
Will last an eternity.
In
the solitude of mankind
An abyss separates
The hand from shaking hands
The arm from the embrace
The lips from the kiss
And the heart
That beats alone
Contained and grim
Amidst the crowd.
There
is a chainlink in solitude
That connects your mind to nothing
And to never more...
Translated by Manu Porto
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