By Ricardo Reis
Vivem em nós innumeros;
Se penso ou sinto, ignoro
Quem é que pensa ou sente.
Sou sòmente o logar
Onde…
Se penso ou sinto, ignoro
Quem é que pensa ou sente.
Sou sòmente o logar
Onde…
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- By Ricardo ReisTranslated By Margaret Jull Costa & Patricio FerrariI love what I see because one day
I will cease to see it.
And simply because it is.
In this placid interval… - By Ricardo ReisAmo o que vejo porque deixarei
Qualquer dia de o ver.
Amo-o tambem porque é.
No placido intervallo … - By Ricardo ReisTranslated By Margaret Jull Costa & Patricio FerrariI do not want to remember or to know myself.
We just get in the way if we look into who we are.
Not knowing… - By Ricardo ReisNão quero recordar nem conhecer-me.
Somos demais se olhamos em quem somos.
Ignorar que vivemos
Cumpre bastante… - By Ricardo ReisTranslated By Margaret Jull Costa & Patricio FerrariCrown me with roses.
Yes, really, crown me
With roses.
I want to hold the hour
In my hands paganly,
Lightly… - By Ricardo ReisCoroae-me de rosas.
Coroae-me em verdade
De rosas.
Quero ter a hora
Nas mãos pagãmente
E leve,
Mal… - By Ricardo ReisTranslated By Margaret Jull Costa & Patricio FerrariSabio é o que se contenta com o espectaculo do mundo,
E ao beber nem recorda
Que já bebeu na vida,
Para… - By Ricardo ReisWise is the man who contents himself with the spectacle of the world,
Who, when he drinks, has no memory… - By Ricardo ReisTranslated By Margaret Jull Costa & Patricio FerrariInside us live innumerable others;
If I think or feel, I do not know
Who is thinking or feeling.
I am only… - By Sara ElkamelI am pleased I will soon die and with me the pressing need to make a terrible, terribly poignant film…
- By Aimee Nezhukumatathil
- By Victoria ChangThat two shells could be connected at their centers is a new thought I’ve never had. The way the canvas with its colors now turns into cubes. My life has been livid with itself for too long.
- By Victoria ChangTwo swans turn into four swans. As if each swan yearned for time but time just multiplied into other…
- By Abner DormiendoTranslated By Ethan ChuaI laughed when my friend told me ‘laslas’ backward is ‘salsal,’ cutting himself one way, touching himself…
- By Abner DormiendoTumawa ako nang sabihin ng kaibigan ko na ang kabaliktaran ng ‘laslas’ ay ‘salsal.’ Walang tumawa noong…
- By Nay ThitBefore I was born, my mother says, there was another boy. My brother. One day, half-asleep during lunch…
- By Nay ThitWhen the dreamer dies, the dream begins searching for someone else—someone who might take it in and…
- By Nay ThitWhen my turn came, my father dressed me meticulously like a piece of dried fish. We all bear the jagged…
