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Viviane Leite Poem
Silence can deceive
One's quiet to understand
Another to destroy
Copyright © Viviane Leite | Year Posted 2011
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Viviane Leite Poem
Tus pequeños pies castaños
Gateando, ágiles
Pegados en las rocas
Como las patitas de una salamandra
No se aquietan
Hasta que encuentran el alto
E reposan curvándose sobre la piedra
Mientras desde allí me apuntas
Cosas que ilustran los relatos
De la vida de tu hogar
Satisfecho de que lo que me dices
Es prontamente demostrado
Sin demora quedan abajo
Impacientes
Y caminan a mí lado
Esos pies cobrizos
Cavando la arena
Formando huellas poco profundas
Saltando ligeros
Como sólo pueden
Los pies de un niño
Por entre las piedras
“Baryshnikov” dices de mofa
Reimos
Y tus pies ya se van adelante
Como señores de tu voluntad
Hasta que te vayas entero de mi
Miro las marcas dejadas
Tan poco han andado a mi lado
Estos chicos pies desnudos
Pero que gran distancia
Percorrieron en mi corazón.
Copyright © Viviane Leite | Year Posted 2016
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Viviane Leite Poem
silent
in the roaring of those tides
god flows
Copyright © Viviane Leite | Year Posted 2012
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Viviane Leite Poem
I miss you, already
Your rough beauty
How you pretend to be wild
Being already postmodern.
The swings in your mood
Welcoming and repelling me,
Caressing me, bringing me down.
Your invitations to dive into sins
Gluttony, sloth, lust and death -
When in fact, you were bringing me back to life.
A part of me is kept with you
Taken by the roar and fury of your waters
Against the Moles
Against your basalt towers.
Kept in the flight of the lapwings,
Of the swallows
In the height of your trees
In the stones on the corner of the beach of Cal
In the shyness and candor of your people
In the insensitiveness of your guests
In the sincere passion of one of your sons
With pearly blue marbles for eyes
Who never tires of telling about your beauties
Remains with you, a piece of me
Stuck in the whistle of these very waters
When they calm down
Washing the sands
Shaking the mussels
Shhh ... shhh ... shhh ... shhh
One day I will come back to see you, Torres
And make myself whole again.
Torres is the first city of Rio Grande do Sul State, the most southern state of Brazil. I've fallen in love with it.
Copyright © Viviane Leite | Year Posted 2014
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Viviane Leite Poem
Out of my window
Lines of ghost girls passing by
The sparse mist
Copyright © Viviane Leite | Year Posted 2015
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Viviane Leite Poem
Love sometimes remains
Like a fierce pain in a limb
Severed long ago
Published in the 2012 - Spring Issue of " Paper Wasp"- An Australian journal of Haiku.
Copyright © Viviane Leite | Year Posted 2012
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Viviane Leite Poem
In the sick bay
Coping with the weariness
images out of stains
Copyright © Viviane Leite | Year Posted 2014
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Viviane Leite Poem
Rain pours with a blast
The mad symphony deafens
Lend me your hug shield
Copyright © Viviane Leite | Year Posted 2012
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Viviane Leite Poem
Ain't a word, you said.
but it takes a daring gust
for things start to be.
Copyright © Viviane Leite | Year Posted 2011
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Viviane Leite Poem
A change in the mood
To once more accede to you
Aesthetic'lly blue
Copyright © Viviane Leite | Year Posted 2014
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