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Yes, I did write in my letter

that I would wait for you forever

I didn’t mean exactly “forever”

I just included it for the rhythm.

No, he was not among them.

There were so many of them!

More than I’ve seen in my life

on any television screen.

And yet he was not among them

he has eyes

and gestures

and anxiety

but he was not among them.

It has no carvingsor hands.

It always remains there

in front of the television

this empty chair.

I dream of a magic wand

that changes my kisses to stars

at night you can gaze at them

and know they are innumerable.

I thank everyone I don’t love.

They don’t cause me heartache

they don’t make me write long letters

they don’t disturb my dreams

I don’t await them anxiously

I don’t read their horoscopes in magazines

I don’t dial their numbers

I don’t think of them.

I thank them a lot

they don’t turn my life upside down.

For the sake of the scenery

I immigrated to this city.

I gradually begin to get closer

to its plastic tree

sand the view folds up around me

like a picture book of flowers does

to a breathless butterfly.

Why, my dears?

Why do you come

only in my dreams?

I drew a door

and sat behind it

ready to open it

as soon as you arrive.

Dunya Mikhail

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Mandaste-me dizer,
No teu bilhete ardente,
Que hás-de por mim morrer,
Morrer muito contente.

Lançaste no papel
As mais lascivas frases;
A carta era um painel
De cenas de rapazes!

Ó cálida mulhler,
Teus dedos delicados
Traçaram do prazer
Os quadros depravados!

Contudo, um teu olhar
É muito mais fogoso,
Que a febre epistolar
Do teu bilhete ansioso:

Do teu rostinho oval
Os olhos tão nefandos
Traduzern menos mal
Os vícios execrandos.

Teus olhos sensuais
Libidinosa Marta,
Teus olhos dizem rnais
Que a tua própria carta.

As grandes comoções
Tu, neles, sempre espelhas;
São lübricas paixões
As vívidas centelhas...

Teus olhos imorais,
Mulher, que me dissecas,
Teus olhos dizem mais,
Que muitas bibliotecas!

Cesário Verde
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