GREY CITY
To dig
Sweeping an affinity
to half a pit
a pit and a half
it's said it rains
a juxtaposed defect
a defect made effect
All gold should be fake
at start
even in mines
or stumbling on stones
what would they be if they were not
true
like someone who runs
who cracks treasures
along the exaggeration
Autumn
Leaves fall
as if they needed to fly
in suicide
I want to say that the wind
how to say it
it's pure beat in the eyes
Coitus
This poem
it's yours
A poem already dined
dun and in repetition
with words of sound and meaning
in themselves
among each other
I eat as in eat
Yesterday I felt again
as if time was not enough
Translation by Sofia Quintas.
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GREY CITY
This composite is a facsimile of 15 copies made from an artist's book, single copy, with drawing and photo collage on paper made between 2016 and 2018, edited by STET - books and photos.
The poems are also edited by não edições in Stones Assembly.