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| Paula Tavares | ||||||||||||||||
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| “The curve in the river” You descend the curve of my body, loved with the flavour of the curve of other rivers you count the veins and let your hands rest like wings like wind on the tired breath on the aroused breast Break the boat and rip the net you’re thirsty for other rivers fish eyes that I do not know and fingers that feel in me the goose pimples of another time I am the weary hope of the life that you slowly drink in the body that was mine and you have now lost you go in circles of fire around my fence Don’t come in, please don’t come in without the pure oils of the beginning and the oranges. from Dizes-me coisas amargas como os frutos [You tell me bitter things with fruits] |
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| b. 1952 Angola | ||||||||||||||||
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