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  • National Day of Poetry and also National Day of the Animals here!

    And we already have a Pope Francisco! An Argentinian "from the end of the world", as His Santity explained (and we Brazilians have to admit we are around The End, I pun...)

    This poems was written some years ago, but now I feel its time to put it here for many reasons. The Portuguese version is better (of course), but I gave myself the permission to try to express my Baroque/Latin/Catholic feelings in English. So there goes both versions!



    Desde lá de onde vim
    trago o fel do sacrifício
    Entre os dentes, eis meu ofício:
    cravar a Verdade: Não. Sim.

    Sei eu, negra pantera, nascida fera,
    que minha fome é ancestral como meu crime
    Só um Sangue de minha culpa me exime:
    Sagrado é o Corpo que a mirra esmera

    Só a mim me cabe o enigma
    de me fazer presente real -
    mirrar o peito em pranto é desleal,
    se eu rejeito a dor do estigma

    Mirra, minha boca secreta
    o presente daquele mago
    Quem teme o sabor amargo
    tema antes a sina de Creta!


    Since where I came from
    I bring the gall of sacrifice
    Among my teeth, here is my office:
    crimp the Truth: No. Yes.

    I know as black panther born beast,
    my hunger is like my ancestral crime
    One Blood only can disclaim me of my guilt –
    Sacred is the Body refined by myrrh

    Only to me falls the puzzle
    to make of myself a real gift –
    shrinking the chest in mourning is unfair
    if I reject the pain of stigma

    Myrrh – my mouth secretes
    that magician’s gift
    Who fears the bitter taste
    shall fear fate of Crete instead!

    (Photo: Leonardo Martins, "Agostinho Bambino"")
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