FFW (2009)
Posted by Vio
I woke up a Winter morning and I burned all my
poems. I did it, so there would be no words, like the ones that Torga* missed,
and how I felt it back then. But there was nothing dramatic, but simply unwise,
a total lack of logic, of the kind that reminds us of some God, full of irony,
playing tricks on us.
I don’t wear a watch anymore, and got rid of
diaries and calendars. If I can’t control time, I’m gonna trick it instead. So
you push life forward, so it happens at any cost, but just don’t stop. I pray
to every God, me, who believes in none, that it please won’t stop.
Invisibility was always an expensive but easy
art to me, and that’s how I realized there were these lost people who made the
days move through a lens. I couldn’t tell you anymore but I was sure. I
suspected people like I did (suspect) poems, and if I heard them was for pure
condescendence, some kind of modern altruism to which escapes all romanticism.
Life goes by in fast forward. I carry in my
fingertips an unrepeatable strain. I insist in making life happen, I’ll keep
insisting until all my energy is exhausted.
And I swear, out loud so I can hear me, that
all of this is true.
*Portuguese
poet, reference to the poem “Denoument”.
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