MY BODY

In the body

the soul

dances

and in the soul

the body

falls asleep

tired of

so much

movement

without meaning.

(to read the original Portuguese version please click on the figure)

MY ROOM

Time goes by.

I desire a new impulse in the writing' silence

for everything look in motion

and don't die

the night turns off the blue sky

a smile controls the indecisive idea

body vibrates from one unexpected word

dream crawls night within and perfumes the stiff magnolia at my room' solitude

where I fall asleep.

Time goes by.

Morning illuminates its track.

(text illustrated by Fernando GRADE)

www.ipernity.com/blog/armando.taborda/83834

www.ipernity.com/doc/armando.taborda/album/31858

(1st edition, 2009; 2nd edition, 2019)