Geral

Who are you world
and what do you
want from me?

I was not born
...

the

poet looks at me with his blind eyes

and tells

my soul has gone...

Quando me enamoro (...)

Jania Souza

sou ardente corisco a deflorar nirvana
...

insinuating image of winter

on my back snowing
on the snow laying down words...

darker shades of eternity

as the sea stretches to the sky

imagining the horizon...

words
a silk clothe cry covering

I lift my gaze
between curtains I see...

I see her every night on the beach
lying on a tongue of sand
under a white bird...

night fills my room and
the too many paths between me and God

I take my face...