quinta-feira, 7 de agosto de 2014

Barão Reports – The Thorp’s Picture

Barão Reports – The Thorp’s Picture

White & Blue
         Dark Scented
A melt of green cultures.

The moon enters its crescent
gaining some allure
as dusk moves in
into a soup of barnacles

My hand reaches the ground but
doesn’t understand anymore
the meaning of grasping.

Breathing is always a
possibility, said she, while I stun upon
the evidence that
pudency is a lost word vanishing
into the deepness of the sky

Again the promise of plenitude
gets cast across the walls
of our visual memories
she said, I think
maybe
tomorrow we shall have some
swell for the
booze

And the moon                   Silhouettes
tracing the lives of many
somber souls
erases the apparently
heavens like land’s nature
off this place

[holding each other’s hands
we say goodbye]

Worn out by decadence
poverty becomes the sentiment
behind each pregnant fig
each dormant almond
awaiting a hand to caress its
genetic velvety
opening

And the water claims for bodies
impressed by the moon
in crescendo

SWASH

Dissolved in yellow drinks
happiness flows easily
into a sea of unborn love
subsiding to the core of
its destiny
slowly but firmly

At night
the softness of her skin and voice
gets my imagination talking over a new series of drawings [I never made]
hanging on the wall

How I would love to be able to describe them
[and you]
in words.


© 2014, José Eduardo Coelho


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