My eyes have telescopes
peeking out onto the street,
peeking into my soul
away from me, a thousand meters.
Women come and go, swimming
in invisible rivers.
Cars, like blind fish,
compose my mechanical visions.
my portrait, myself dead.
peeking out onto the street,
peeking into my soul
away from me, a thousand meters.
Women come and go, swimming
in invisible rivers.
Cars, like blind fish,
compose my mechanical visions.
For twenty years, I haven't said the word
that I'm always expecting from me.
I am indefinitely contemplatingmy portrait, myself dead.
Original poem: 'Poema', by João Cabral de Melo Neto
In: 'Pedra do Sono', 1942