Poetry Read in NYC, 3/20/16:Parallel Ippipedos!!!

Lost in translation

I dreamt I swam the waves, a few days ago

Somewhere between my bed sheets and the Atlantic

I was gently rocked

I saw a picture of Luis’ new piano, an upright with history

my paintings on his walls,

the ones that can be seen from the streets

Of cobblestones

My new favorite Portuguese word

Parallel ippipedos!!!

Through the giant picture windows

I spent the summer painting views, flowers & people

Such simple subjects

Which cause such longing in me

I'm still there

(I imagine living in his house as an old lady,

Or running the museum of my past loves

Building a cushion of work and community

And finding a room where nobody asks me to do chores

I suspect they love me

In any language,

Especially the words spoken by the ocean

Translations lost to the waves

And every flavor of food

Eaten at the round table in the kitchen

My gay cousin that my mom wants me to marry

My divorced cousin who thinks he's James Bond,

But who needs his mom to keep him fed.

Miguel& I played modern American hits

Which I would hate in America

on the radio in the cheap euro car

The yellow dragon

Gliding past glorious fields in the haze of sunset

Awkward conversation yielding to jokes

Everything ending with a dip in the ocean,

If the waves cooperate

We can swim

And only once was it calm enough

And we were brave enough to touch the white buoys

Which look yellow when you squint from the shore

Too much beauty to turn into art

They don't need my alchemy

I have confusing dreams today

Where you can go back to the starting point

Start the scene over again

And play out both choices

In whatever language you want

And I love the idea of the modern “SHARING” economy

Which implies all the benefits of socialism

And all the drawbacks of capitalism

We will share everything and have nothing.

I know I should FIGHT for a house of my own

For my own physical things

But I believe the fewer things I have

And the more art that I can give away

Or SELL on a good day

Strengthens my value in this world.

And then I wake up, and like a big girl, I pay my bills

And cry.

Random FB Poetry

Taken from a page called "Gosto de ti, e entao?"  And Bing Translate.

E o melhor lugar do mundo, ainda é dentro do teu abraço. É aquele que eu gosto de vestir. Que me protege e suporta. O que me acolhe o coração. O que me aquece a alma.
Dentro do teu abraço o mundo pára. E eu páro com ele.

And the best place in the world, is still in your hug. Is the one that I like to dress up. That protects and supports me. What is the heart. That warms the soul.
Inside your hug the world stops. And I stop with him. 

(No other author given)

Associação de Palavras

Poetry Post on Facebook

by "Associação de Palavras"

written by Eugénio de Andrade

Entre os teus lábios
é que a loucura acode
desce à garganta,
invade a água.

No teu peito
é que o pólen do fogo
se junta à nascente,
alastra na sombra.

Nos teus flancos
é que a fonte começa
a ser rio de abelhas,
rumor de tigre.

Da cintura aos joelhos
é que a areia queima,
o sol é secreto, cego o silêncio.

Deita-te comigo.
Ilumina meus vidros.
Entre lábios e lábios
toda a música é minha.

Eugénio de Andrade

(Translation)

Between your lips is that madness acode descends to the neck, breaks into the water.

On your chest is that pollen from the fire joins the nascent, growing in the shade.

In your flanks is that the source begins to be bee River, Tiger rumor.

From the waist to the knees is the sand, the Sun is burning secret, blind silence.

Pour yourself with me.
Illuminates my glasses.
Between the lips and lips all the music is mine.

Eugénio de Andrade (Translated by Bing)