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    Broken Mirror

    The mirror divides us
    our pieces
    on the ground

    while the fingers
    they bleed from glass's fury

    A broken mirror
    branches
    of the same whole face
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    Ancient photo

    It occurred to me that day spend eternity
    in the face of the boys, keep the size
    of their heads, their legs
    in pants, old clothes
    was what had
    a look
    they did not know
    would how to...
  3. Thread: The lovers

    by JTParreira
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    The lovers

    After the violin snatch the public
    they began playing
    the fingers one another
    until the bottom of the hands

    The woman said yes with a left hand
    and a right hand of him is imprisoned
    maybe...
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    Thanks for all. jon1jt: I appreciate the...

    Thanks for all. jon1jt: I appreciate the correction. «Undulating»: I replacing by winding wheat. Better?
    j.
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    Van Gogh died the other day

    Van Gogh died the other day
    one shot
    into Auvers, a shot
    burst into the light
    of winding wheat, one shot
    in the Van Gogh's head
    the wings of crows scaring the blue.

    J.T.Parreira
  6. Thread: Cardiology

    by JTParreira
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    Cardiology

    I showed my heart to the doctor,
    graphics
    trampling the beats of the blood
    - the doctor said
    that although the tests
    showed no evidences
    was the loneliness,
    he showed the danger
    I have a...
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    Mickey Rourke, The Wrestler

    Angelic step in air
    falls on the carpet
    I was very good at it
    cause problems to the sensitive Hollywood
    I do it exceptionally well
    was stupid say
    acting is not work to hard-boiled male
    so...
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    Truman Capote

    One day the evil came to see him
    when held a dry martini
    evil exists in the background
    of the beauty
    one day
    when the Times of New York brought to him
    fresh blood of the Clutter.
    ...
  9. Thread: Robbers

    by JTParreira
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    Robbers

    In the temple he found men selling
    cattle, sheep and tears
    and flash of doves
    those
    who exchanged forgiveness
    the daily rate.

    by J T Parreira
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    Haiku ( The sea wrinkles)

    The sea wrinkles,
    slides and jumps, in the wind
    the sea its dance makes.

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    O mar enruga-se
    Desliza e salta, no vento
    O mar faz a sua dança.
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    Kaddish for us

    When they killed us
    our ashes talked by ourselves
    when they killed our children
    we had more
    when our women were naked
    our eyes were closed forever
    have towns where the wind
    do not...
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    Haiku(I touch up the sky)

    I touch up the sky
    from a gentle mirror
    within the stream.

    J T Parreira
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    a river called sadness

    remember? we sat on a border, wetting
    the feet in sadness

    the troubled waters
    shaking our reflexes
    we are printed
    in water's silk inside? let's reunite
    on the hands of glass

    the foam
  14. Thread: Marx Haiku

    by JTParreira
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    Marx Haiku

    March against Kapital
    march, did not receive anything
    but take, hey! folks, march.

    J T Parreira
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    Sylvia Death

    When she put its head in the oven of gas
    as a lion that falls on its prey
    all poems were already
    directed
    to die on the table
    She did so again, and again
    through the morning dark
    the...
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    Thanks. I think that it is better.I made changes.

    Thanks. I think that it is better.I made changes.
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    Haiku on Steinway&Sons

    Elegant Legs
    the Steinway as a woman
    with a black dress.

    J.T.Parreira
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    Bird on 52nd Street

    The ghost of bebop
    from 52nd Street,
    left footprints in the snow.

    A Cab passed, in the yellowish night,
    a drunk volatile
    with a goose-step, almost
    gave a kick in the stars.

    Slid under...
  19. Thread: Obituary

    by JTParreira
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    Obituary

    Fernando Pessoa died
    in the Bairro Alto
    he put glasses on the table
    for ever, three days
    before was still seen to bend
    a corner downtown Lisbon
    laughs loose, a cough
    to bend the body...
  20. Thread: Returns

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    Short Tale

    A car door slamming in the night
    John Ashbery

    Your noise
    reached the house

    the house filled
    of light
    the windows
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    E-ssay About Mirrors

    Brought it to the size of the mirror,he set himself
    With great art to copy all that he saw in the glass
    John Ashbery


    Beyond my mirror
    the faces
    watching

    they...
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    Our breasts are on strike

    Our legs
    they do not fly far away
    until the man’s dream

    Even our joy of the white of teeth

    The feathers don’t fly
    in the transparency of the bodies
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    A Brasileira do Chiado

    In the cafe A Brasileira do Chiado
    sat the plural
    Pessoa, Fernando with a vacillating smiles
    in its lips
    They waited for words to render accounts
    for breaking the marble of silence
    with the...
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    Grand Central Terminal

    The immovable train
    continues
    in the station
    the immovable eyes
    rest
    the train
    in the station
    waits
    with
    the suspended
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    The scream of Munch

    A hidden scream
    deformed our ears.

    J.T.Parreira
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