TWO POEMS

That which has no name, and I bring it to life.

The beauty of silence that I try to cultivate within myself.
It's like that which has no name, and I bring it to life in a poem.
I invent words to give to others:
baramboles, crilanteinas, lindos penicatinhos
and everything else that fits within the realm of impossibilities.
These are my gifts to the world.
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I write poetry, just like this, whenever I see…

It was morning and I looked at you: stretched out.
a lizard with sun on its belly
and your eyes, like jabuticaba berries, restless,
asking the world
Because a wall isn't called a floor, and that's where she lies down to rest.
It was at that moment that I saw it and wanted to cling to it.
your eye brushes,
your long, butterfly-kissing eyelashes
and with curves of infinite planets.
I loved you and didn't have time to smile back.
Because she ran off, acting like a child.
He left me there,
A grain in the sea of ​​waves, having given birth to its boundless beauty.
So I wrote.

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