Português
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A red mouth stamped on an outdoor
over the bridge
creates the possibilities of saying
(say it) words ignored because
unspoken.
Why do you run away from me?
The woman I can’t stop thinking about.
The promise of a desire which persists
and affects my perceived notions of time.
The wind moves me in the solitude of a fantasy.
I walk to the outdoor pool certain that this love
investment will cost me more than I can pay.
Earlier, I read:
castration is the name given
to the experience of lack in the other,
without the illusions or ambivalences
of completion.
In reality, I don’t even know her name.
She arrived and departed like a sailor
in a ship.
Poem published in Gravel.
