Poesia
Esquizofrenia, 2025
Esgotam-se as outras opções primeiro
porque esta é a menos desejável
Cola e ventosas na minha cabeça,
Um problema impenetrável
Espiral de caos rodopiando,
descendo pela minha coluna até ao meu coração
Tenho em mim uma profunda tristeza,
Uma raiva, uma inata solidão
Não me convidem para a vossa casa-
Não sou uma criança perdida ou um cachorro abandonado
Nem homem, nem besta, nem ave rara
Eu sou um erro que não pode ser consertado
The King, 2022
Sebastião, Sebastião,
ghost of nation's hope and pride,
I write to you on behalf of our shameful country.
Did the Spaniards make us so miserable,
were we doomed ever since since Afonso hit his mother?
Do you know?
I beg of you, come save us
before the land is flooded and the cities crumble under the waves...
I beg and keep begging, because God has left us and we didn't get the memo.
Yet despite all my begging,
you won't come riding on your steed
because you're nothing but mist,
a burning ache in my heart,
and only historians remember you.
The cold approaches with people outside, and we hide them under tourist traps.
Fall, 2022
Moving between the tombstones without reason, the leaves were yellow and falling and
I felt the wind hit my face,
but I don't think any of us understood,
I didn't see any child crying.
Your life stolen away, with water and a hard surface.
Your parents invited us,
you didn't get to start school that year.
What was our last exchange?
What did you want to be when you'd grown up?
After the «see you next year»s, did you figure it out?
Are you an astronaut now?
Are there cows in the milky way,
is there even a heaven to explore?
Our heads were full of dreams and lice.
No one seems to remember,
and that's what hurts most of all.
World at war, 2021
I don't know anything at all;
Land, religion, politics.
Do they matter?
60 years without war around us,
every other country burns.
Will we be next?
Government, government, government.
Money, oil, power.
What do the people up top want?
From the TV speakers I hear civilians crying.
Are they my people too?