Saturday, February 1, 2020



Liquid Night

I grow in the watery lamps, in the shape of music.
In the liquid night of glowing turquoises,
where the crops die, I gather the fainting light
that opens the deformed plasma,
the honey-combs, the mirrors,
while insects fly, dispersed and disordered,
bringing memories of horses, clouds,
ships, shadows,
fans evoking ruins, stones,
in the light and waves of ashes.
I grow in the towers of nothing.
I grow within myself and push back
the walls of the world.
I am the mist that grows along with the violins,
I welcome their songs and their hands
of ivory and music,
and I welcome the time, the tender time,
where candles burn, and the clovers claim
the citrine heart of eternity.


I walk among pure slopes, wildflowers.
roaming endlessly,
opening books of stone,
reading the candles of fire,
diving into the streams of death.
Then, I play the harps of shadow,
I hear the sounds of the dead,
gathering seeds, weeds, and clovers.
And I walk on the light,
my face anointed by the waters
savouring the word that convokes
the secrets of the night,
the mysteries of spring, the blooming
of flowers,
my lungs immersed in the superb scent
of the wisteria.

Volcanic Water

The stone of dreams lies deep in the ocean.
It´s a red skeleton, a capricious hand,
a tree of countless branches and fingers,
a poem of darkness, a moving polyp,
blossom of the sea, a moving word,
a gentle seaweed growing,

rising in the fingers of volcanic water.


MARIA DO SAMEIRO BARROSO (Portugal) is a medical doctor and a multilingual poet, translator, essayist and researcher in Portuguese and German Literature, translations studies and History of Medicine. She has authored 45 books of poetry, published in Portugal, Brazil, Spain, France, Serbia, Belgium, Albany, USA, and translations and essays. Her poems are translated into over twenty languages. She was awarded the Prize ‘Prayer for Mother Teresa? Gjokovë, Kosovo 2019.

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