to António Ramos Rosa

You were always the stranger:

hair plaited on the side
eyes that stared straight ahead
the green of your pinafore
was an unsuitable
green

you had many homes
you left and left
you never did stay
and when half way there
as the others followed
you turned back

Através do Espelho

a António Ramos Rosa

Foste sempre a estrangeira:

a da trança de lado
a do olhar de frente
o verde da tua bata
um verde
inconveniente

tinhas muitas moradas
partias e partias
não ficavas
e a meio da viagem
quando os outros seguiam
tu voltavas

Written By

Through the Looking-glass