Nov 12, 2016
Next to my own spirit Next to the impossible God. Focused on real: here. Here I happen.
Orides Fontela, poem translated by AndréMorais.
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Next to my own spirit Next to the impossible God. Focused on real: here. Here I happen.
Orides Fontela, poem translated by AndréMorais.
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Alley Poem
Why should I care about the landscape, the Glory, the bay, the line on the horizon? - I only see the alley.
Manuel Bandeira’s poem translated by AndréMorais.
AdĂlia Lopes' Summary Autobiography
My cats enjoy playing with my cockroaches
~AdĂlia Lopes’ poem translated by AndrĂ©Morais
My muse before being
My Muse before being my Muse warned me you’ve sung unknowing that singing would cost a tongue I’m going to cut off your tongue now so you can learn how to sing my Muse is evil but I haven’t got other
~AdĂlia Lopes’ poem translated by AndrĂ©Morais
Director's Cut
Chegamos na parte mais bonita do filme finalmente o casal cala-se e prevalece o silĂŞncio entre as flores
~AndréMorais~
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Atravessamos outro século
A rua parece segura somente com o exército em marcha
Com a antiga liberdade de quem caminha entre muros ~ avançamos
Dentro do carro a criança olha para o homem que no cruzamento medita o fim próximo do mundo
esse evento que já não lamentamos [mais.
~AndréMorais~
[La cucaracha]
Sozinha ela explora os quatro cantos da casa
Dorme orgulhosa em cima do Kafka
Banha-se nas areias brancas do Açucareiro
E pousa-te nas costas na hora mais imprĂłpria de intimidade
Para o predador Ă espreita finge-se de morta
Por vezes a morte perde a sorte
Para sorte da barata
~AndréMorais~