things that come to mind

Mensagens

A mostrar mensagens de agosto, 2026

— As if suddenly reined in

In the Mad Rush... in which, carried...

— It Goes in Search... of Peace... of Oblivion.

— Stops Surprised... Scrutinizing... Attentive

As stops... a Maddened Horse

Before an Abyss... torn open before its feet...

— It Stops... and Stays and Lingers for a Moment...

It comes along in the Mad Rush.

Stops... and Stays... and Lingers for a Moment...

Plunges into the Night, Dark and Cold,

A Gaze of Steel, the Night explores...

— But the Spur of pain scores its flank...

— And It Leaps... and Goes On... beneath the Spur!

by Angelo Lima, Portuguese Poet hospitalised in the psychiatric ward.

White upon all,
The sun reflects,
Overflowing through the water,
Echoing within itself
And into nothing.

They are pearls, pearls descending,
Thousands upon the cobbled street,
Melting away like water,
So it rains a white drift.

Fragments, pearls, and silver spray,
Flow down the bent backs of those who pass.
Through the streets and broad avenues,
Over the rushing cars.

Everyone hurries in languid flight,
All sounds drowned beneath the white,
Never noticing the beauty
That calls to them from every side.