Alma Novaes

 Lost place

There was a place called us

In a time called far away

sow poems and 

and reap smiles

We replaced the place (...)

Who today is called alone,

In a time called the End.

In renunciation, for others

Once again we went,

Far from us

Secret in the night,

silent in pain.

We manufacture tears

And we said it was rain.

In the dawn invasion,

An open mouth in yours,

hallucination of having been,

in a time of not being

neither shade nor sun,

Not wind, not anything else.

Shape broken by a

Wings rattle at the window,

He far away in how many 

bucolic scenery. She?

Seagull submerging

In the cold wave, suicide

Of those who get tired of

to give an empty name to freedom.

This place called now

In a time far away from us,

That forgets your eyes

that detaches itself from your heart,

that in mine stays and lingers.