FASHION

I wanted to see you,
thighs showing
(as I see hairs on your chest
through your silk shirt),
walking in the street
through whistles and goosing,
looking around
as if you see nothing.
As you sit down
you  hike up your pants.
Your drawers match your tie.

My desire for revenge, the bitterness,
repression of everything, goes
out of my mind
as I star to rub your loose organ
with the tip of my toes.

.

DEMAND

I want my man
as much as he can
wer and humid
like a woman.

BEYOND DEATH

He left my body to the necrophiles
for them to per me,
to suck me,
to cut me up,
to penetrate me.
Once again they will come
Once again, I will not.

 

ILLUSION

Like all the others
she wanted to be unique,
she told me stories, affairs of her affairs,
talked about fears, madness, terrors
and a future that would be ours.
Like all the others, many and diverse,
asked me a thousand questions about my past,
was jealous,
touched me lightly,
wanted do back out, thought better: acted,
like all the others
she laid with me, slept
with her legs between my kness
and dreamt about being multiplied
in my room of mirrors.


Translated by Paula Milla Kreuzer
in: Pleasure int the Word - Erotic Writing by Latin American Women
White Pines Press, 1993, USA

It has things that people alone say de porre,
if another one does not run it;
but passed the drunkness,
people find that she made besteira,
not dvia to have spoken,
that she exposed herself adoidado,
à-toa and was nonsense.
Então is feigned that it is forgotten what it said,
it is taken the blame lack, the dementia, the drunkeness
responsible for so great estupidez.
And is accepting this strange fund
that when is turned to the "normal state "
each time more alone, in the defensive,
corroded we die of affective cirrhosis....
 

At the beggining the talk is cheery:
everything is fine,
you got a raise at the job,
your wife is fine,
always young
and another Junior will come in June.
But after some beers (black bottle)
when there are only the waiter and I at the bar,
the dreams slowly lose their intensity,
you start to blame life, your age,
and end up talking about loneliness.

DEATH PENALTY

They were really pleasant,
those days of hate,
when we planned our murders
for the simple pleasure of vengeance:
I saw you with your fingers in the eletric socket
you saw me suoffcated by gas.
They were days when you smiled crossing the road
and I thought it was funny to be run over;
days when we wanted to make a baby
and together beat him up
during our leisure time;
days when I served as your spittoon
instead of your cook and maid.
Afterwards, Love came,
as a handkatchief to wipe the nose,
or a mother that beats and then forgives.
Today, I caress your hunchback
and shine your new boots.
 

I always become ill at ease
with those who received everything from life:
including a big and well fed belly,
an unfaithful lover,
a perfect wife,
the car of the year,
rebellious children with their tyranny,
their own house, jobs with a name tag,
a farm in Visconde de Mauá
who have an arrogant love for their country,
and all of this following the fashion
(of Paris).
But they all will die, doing their part,
of tension, of heart attack,
suddenly,
without perceveiving
that their life could have been different.

Translation by Rosa Clement,
in your site: Amazonian Mists - Poetry page
Poems Side by Side - (bilingual)

LIBERALITY

There are those who speak of "youth power"...
If it exists, gife me some,
since I've decided to want
what the fathers don't want me to do,
they say that I'm agelless,
not even mature enough
to know what's good for me.
As I prefer truths
— even if they're bad ones —
I decide looking at my threads
that youth power is choosing
brand-name jeans...

TRAVELS

Discoveries: there is the accidental
(see Cabral's Armada)
and, also, accidents
like ours: always armed...

PROMISING PAST

Repetitive
perspectives.

SECOND HONEYMOON

Me all hot,
in my negligée,
and you, negligent...

VAIN PHILOSOPY

You talk a lot about Marx,
the division of tasks,
the infrastructure of labor,
but when you get up,
you don't even make the bed...

They see the younths
and write in the trees their interlaced names;
they become adults
and destroy theses passionate hearts.

Translation by Harry Polkinhorn, in "Cenographic Blood: Poems 1965-1996",
by Leila Miccolis (selection by the author)

INTUITTION

To have in the persons
the confidence of cats
that close the eyes
and stretch the neck
in the certainty of love.

Translation by the author (L.M.)
 
 

 

Masculine Nude Your feminine side exites me. It's beutiful, sensual and very expensive certain pleasurable moments, in which I stare at you less like a man and more like a girl: when you apply creams to your skin, or put on your apron to cook, or when you massage me until pleasure your endless pelasures, or when your hands, light and lesbian tumble like feathers on mine. Harry Polkinhorn
Male Nakedness	Nude
Your feminine side eroticizes me. It's beutiful, sensual and expensive and in certain moments, I face you less like a man and more like a woman: when you wear your cream for your skin, or wear the apron to cook, when you rub youserlf in me until you come, your comings without an end, or when your hands light and lesbians fall upon me	Your feminine side eroticizes me They are beautiful and sensual and precious, those moments, when I see you less as a men, more like a girl: when you use your creams for skin or when you put on your apron to cook when you rub yourself on me till you come, your endless comings or when your light and lesbians hands fall down slowly like feather upon me.
Rosa Clement	Márcia Maia




I - SUBSITUTION

             In my building
             they bought a plot of land
             completelly shaded by trees
             to make the entrance grand.
             Later they thought it foolish
             and destroyed the acrage
             transforming it into a parking garage.
             To compensate, however,
             and for their love of ecology
             they placed on that same day
             a painted wallpaper on the hallway
             in which one can see
             in colorful nuances under the sun
             beautiful flowering trees... 


II - NO SHADE OR FRESH WATER

             Man kills the forest
             violates the flora
             polutes the springs
             devastading and assalting [nature]
             and, according to the midia,
             generating the greenhouse heat.
             All without being orchids...


NEW LOVE

             My heart never stops
             to compare, to lose the knots.
             It lives in the present
             and when it hurts,
             inside of me it finds shelter.
             But once it's healed
             and again content,
             it becomes as eloquent
             as an uproar of loud parrots.

COHERENT

             I know you do me no good
             However I take this
             over your absence.
             In this madness imense
             I surrender to lucidity:
             I've learned in this life
             dose after dose
             that neurosis
             is everything
             you don't accept despite
             wishing.



BI-SEXUALISM

             Your shaved pubic hair
             scratched
             just like a five o'clock shadow.

STAINS

             Tired of fighting and imposing my way
             in a rare moment of tenderness
             my white flag I wave
             Even if stained by dripping fat.

 

LYRIC LOVER

             You don't really care
             about the men I sleep with
             but you die of jealousy
             when I write them poetry.



DUAL CITIZENSHIP

             Some days I feel
             l was meant to be  a man:
             I shout profanities,
             I curse at the traffic
             I bang doors and go to bars
             to get drunk
             and end up pissed with myself.
             Some days I feel
             I was meant to be a woman
            and I just forget.

Translated by Sandra Rodrigues