Chimera!

The attempt at flirting absolutely did not exist.

A chimera of heat and
sunstroke, urging
the calm consultation
of vision: red-curved,
coastal, hmm, what beautiful
legs (avoiding here
becoming metaphysical
among wet pebbles);
the beach like
the luminous lipstick of her body;
me speaking to
her from close
up
at a distance, a slow-sleeping void,
transmigrating eyelashes, sweat inside.
Now she
is coming
without any sensation
of travel - and already there,
turned in the water of time.
I turn the page. The sun
disappears from her smile.
I smile too,
but only for communicative
reasons.
Last sip
between the beach and the bar.

SOCIOPATH

Stop for a moment and read to me:
in the dark, I tie together the motor elements of fascination.
Hypnose in question?
It is clear: it is better to stay on the beach.
Poetry has only its space
of besieged identities
emerging in the flesh, with all the
rock'n roll of the waves
freezing the retinas.
Quickly: the photolithography!
Just the photograph, and nothing
that can be said.
Volatile offset tamed
in a quagmire of impressions.
Thinking of the loose verse,
no female points a gun.
Silence is devastating, but it is
the poet's improvisation,
from his air of Paradise ---
the matter explained
by its own shadow
will increase the spell.
There is so much life in the wilderness!
Don't run away, rather feel
in your beloved work
all the vigor of the seed.

WITHIN A CERTAIN DISTANCE

Does each moment become a future? A certain frivolity manifests itself in giving importance to the foams of life, its loose meanings casting a shadow where nothing can be rekindled!

Pleasant uselessness
by the extension of the mouth.
This makes me dizzy, she said.
Magical purposes, above all.
When even magic
became contaminated, it was a risk.
The tiredness of a tourist,
his sublunary torpor,
with high standards of decorum
in shops, hotels, nightclubs and
restaurants - without rushing
to say goodbye
in a fierce
lack of concentration
that would make us fools
when it came to decisions.
In the comfort of a living room
listening to the vacuum of the market.
What sudden tyrannies
in the way of looking at everything?
A five-star sunny smile
adjusting the adjustable light
to sipped and nibbled books
that would support the stairs
as if all the drunks
still had things to stare at on the wall
(where, according to Pérsio
de Cortázar, in Los Prêmios
''an order only apprehensible
by analogy
governs the portable chaos'').