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Art Residency in Araçatuba/SP
A RITE FOR THIS TEMPER
1.
That’s how I see you
Red
Womb lining between the word
And the accident
Body entrapped in windy
Gestures.
I don't name you. Your image
Is a thousand of fearless
Names.
Expose yourself to what passes
Before the lens
Latent unease of the word
A shiver
Around the cord
Silence weaving the thread
That rescues us
From this unlikely
Labyrinth.
2.
(Of wild nature) the body
In the urgency of finitude
Bleeding ensnared words
That do not overcome desire.
If it’s time that drags the world
And is enough
I Want life
With its so-called miracles
Nothing that pushes me away
From the substance of dreams
Beyond the cord
And the pathways
Which are bowels framed
By the mornings.
Poem: Sidnei Olivio
Photo: Márcia Porto
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