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Mário Cesariny de Vasconcelos
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Light occurs whenshadows are eliminated
Shadows are what exist
shadows have their own exhaustive life
not on this or that side of light but in its very heart
intensely loving insanely beloved
and they spread over the ground their arms of gray light
that enter human eyes at the corners
On the other hand the shadow called light
doesn’t illuminate objects really
objects live in the dark
in a perpetual surrealist aurora
which we cannot contact
except the way lovers do
with eyes closed
and lamps in our fingers lamps on our lips
© Translation: 2005, Richard Zenith
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Faz-se luz pelo processo de eliminação de sombrasOra as sombras existem as sombras têm exaustiva vida própria
não dum e doutro lado da luz mas no próprio seio dela
intensamente amantes loucamente amadas
e espalham pelo chão braços de luz cinzenta
que se introduzem pelo bico nos olhos do homem
Por outro lado a sombra dita a luz
não ilumina realmente os objectos
os objectos vivem às escuras
numa perpétua aurora surrealista
com a qual não podemos contactar
senão como os amantes
de olhos fechados
e lâmpadas nos dedos e na boca
© 1957, Mário Cesariny
From: Pena Capital
Publisher: Assírio & Alvim, Lisbon
From: Pena Capital
Publisher: Assírio & Alvim, Lisbon
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Light occurs whenshadows are eliminated
Shadows are what exist
shadows have their own exhaustive life
not on this or that side of light but in its very heart
intensely loving insanely beloved
and they spread over the ground their arms of gray light
that enter human eyes at the corners
On the other hand the shadow called light
doesn’t illuminate objects really
objects live in the dark
in a perpetual surrealist aurora
which we cannot contact
except the way lovers do
with eyes closed
and lamps in our fingers lamps on our lips
© 2005, Richard Zenith
From: Pena Capital
From: Pena Capital
poem
Light occurs whenshadows are eliminated
Shadows are what exist
shadows have their own exhaustive life
not on this or that side of light but in its very heart
intensely loving insanely beloved
and they spread over the ground their arms of gray light
that enter human eyes at the corners
On the other hand the shadow called light
doesn’t illuminate objects really
objects live in the dark
in a perpetual surrealist aurora
which we cannot contact
except the way lovers do
with eyes closed
and lamps in our fingers lamps on our lips
© 2005, Richard Zenith
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