Frustration Rummy Cards

The poem (Casimiro de Brito)

Poems, yes, but
devouring fire.
round like fists in front of danger. Boats
determined in the storm. Cruel. But
of pure cruelty: the birth,
the sleep of death.

Poems, yes, but rebels
integers as water, and as she
open to the geometry of the bodies. Whole

despite the mud and tenderness
your profile stars.

Poems, yes, but with blood. That these poems erupt

of the occult. Release their
pus in the public square. Tall, vibrant, Seismo
as un, un exorcism
la muerte de un hijo.

Casimiro de Brito (versión of JLGT)

The poem

Poems, yes, but
devouring fire. Round as fists
face of danger. Boats
decided in the storm. Cruel. But from a pure
cruelty: the birth.
the sleep of death.

Poems, yes, but rebels. Whole
as water, and
as she opened the
geometry of all bodies. Whole
despite the mud and tenderness
profile of its stars.

Poems yes, but with blood. That these poems

brotem do hidden. That libertem o seu na praça
pus public. Altos, vibrant
as quake um, um ou morte
exorcism of a filho.