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Now I look at you I hear your smile desire coming with your breath and the gesture of tense fingers painted nails as spears very well treated ready to finger my chest' s guitar this mild nightfall while I want you excited playing me at the Carlos Paredes' style. (to read the original Portuguese version please click on the picture)…

Like most of my generation, I grew up with the Famous Five, my childhood enriched by farfetched notions of mystery and secret passages. Rereading those books of long ago, I can forgive the predictable plots and banal writing style and enter into the carefree world of children solving crimes and catching villains. I am happy to accept the implausibility of these children having such adventures everywhere they go and never seeming to grow old despite a succession of school holidays. I am ha…

Sleep Sleep has mountains queer ladders descending catacombs of melancholic mumbling offering extracurricular activities sweet matriculations swings sharp suits ballrooms dresses Gowns in decrepit deco end of the pier pavilions abandoned skate parks ski slopes strewn with tiny silver aqualungs for deep blue vapour moonlight tie your hair and put your pale Shoes on drift together in disturbed ash tree buds susceptible to mirrors sudden u…

I want to enjoy the waiting time and leave my idleness at almost eighty years I feel easily asleep in front of the TV and also in the hospital waiting room with a straight BLACK BUSH after lunch or in the interval of night's insomnias urination of course is inevitable think the next poem and memorize it it's a good way to enjoy the time twists and turns I take in bed and run over my wife don't suggest any theme certainly because I always say the same or did poetry get t…

Some days ago one of my contacts commented on a photograph I took when I was visiting the north of England for my son's wedding last year. She asked whether I missed the north east and whether I would ever return there. I am an exile in Western Australia, many miles from my birthplace, and whilst I do miss my homeland, I doubt whether I could ever live there again. It is great to visit the places of my youth, but I know that I would miss Australia more if I left it. The comment did provok…