søndag 30. juni 2013

"One way or another"


One way or another.
The moment permitting,
Able to say what I think at times.
And otherwise saying it poorly and jumbled.
I keep writing my poems without wanting to,
As if writing weren't something made up of gestures,
As if writing were something that happened to me
Like the sun in Cascais shining on me.

I try saying what I feel
Without thinking about what I feel.
I try fitting words to the idea
without going down a corridor
O thought to find words.
I don't always succeed in feeling what I know
I should feel.
My thought swims like the waves in Cascais.


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