Ganas de Substituição

Com ganas de substituição, enredo-me em

longuras, pretéritos

preteridos a favor de futuros

coreolados

entre a corda e o mastro, o caixote e a valeta

vagueiam num redor de horas,

gaivotas

em busca de restos,

loteados os odores de peixe

fresco

dispersam-se em nuvens de fidelidades esmaecidas

Com ganas de loucura

esventro-te

em areias quentes e dóceis, onde me deixo repousar ignobilmente

e queixar-me,

queixo-me até à exactidão do termo mediano desta série menos que ari, menos que geo, apenas métrica.

© 2014, JC

Ais

Abismo torpe
na vertical do teu ser
intrépidos ais

JC 2014

A nossa casa

A nossa casa

é grande mas não tanto

estamos a construir uma mansarda

derivado ao nascimento de mais uma

menina

já somos cinco, dentro

em muito breve vamos crescer, todos

a barriga da minha mulher

vai transferir-se para nós e albergaremos

um pouco da nova criança

Ontem carreguei baldes

de massa

à medida que esta ia

saindo da betoneira e eu a ia vazando

para os baldes, com a pá, vinham-me

memórias daquelas

que nos primeiros instantes não sabemos

de onde

vêm, antigas, quase maternas, pegajosas

num murmúrio imperceptível

iam-me relatando a minha infância na casa do Sobreiro.

© 2014, JC

Introduce me to pure pleasure

Introduce me to pure pleasure

[the wind]

Let's give a moment to observation

nothing being superfluous

it's true we aim at the lot

interacting, fitting goals

                                         ours

though the whole

develops in a subtle refined way

                                         embracing

tunes of unison by universe.

[the wind

whispers half of]

Let's contemplate nature

binding us. Let's allow its magma

to invade and ignite

our inner self disposition of going along with

[the wind

whispers half of

the truth we can inhale]

Let's fuse, unite in the warmth of grass

let's taste it and share

this flow with all the things around us

                        trees, rocks, electric wires, fences,                         paths, garbage, space

all shrinks to

[the wind

whispers half of

the truth we can inhale

the other remains safe within]

a cell where everything soothes in a moment of pure communion. Take it.

[the wind

whispers half of

the truth we can inhale

the other remains safe within

nature]

Are there any words capable

of mirroring

the landscape the brain suggests when

we stop                                             thinking

and just give room for       contemplation

Is there anything else?

© 2014, JC

We Meet Again

We Meet Again

I know

nothing more nothing less

than what you left me yesterday

your aged book of wisdom ends with time

infinites ahead

we meet

again by the old

baroque palace with a sumptuous library

filled with mating calls of peacocks fleeting from

the garden

where I

used to lay books

on the fresh grass of Junes

and longed for you feigning aptness for differentials

even humor

but you

instead of bathing me

with your luscious shadow and kisses

insisted on tasting the bitterness of raw jealousy

swords woman

fierce words

were not you lexically

your heart a red carnation consuming

sunrays to power dialectics into a statement of

beans soup

behind me

all over my head

her steps getting closer... we meet

again by the old baroque palace. this time

for real

© 2014, JC

If I Had My Life

if I had my life

to live over again

would I remember the one

of present days

would I want to

change what I in blindness

ignore

more than I've

willed to amend within the course

of my faulty ways

would I dare to

rescue a drop of iron blood

to save my fettered soul

and let me live

again

© 2014, JC

This is the boat

This is the boat that carries

me, now, as I recall your rayed lips

its brazing engines fluxing the

water so it moves and speaks

convincing nature to change

patterns

I dig my senses into its skin and hear

the music of your rhythmic heart

probing

salty daisies

I shut my eyes and

breathe

This is the boat where my travel

happens when

I want to join mother land so as to

make sure

we have not departed

heading west

unmoored, as many have

infatuated

The water under this boat!

secures me from drowning along

the suspended traverse

This water, tepid in flood shells

connects

fears with hopes

of a love

I do not know

This boat

It's hard to explain!

I could be it's captain

but I ignore

why?

© 2014, JC