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TO DIE, YES (BUT SLOWLY?)
The dead, when they strive, are an art unto themselves.
Didn’t they wish for armies and lightning bolts and Blades
to drive death away? At least to bombard
the widows’ preserve? Their mighty pools?
But death is the only thing we inherit.
Behind each one, amidst the pauses of weeping,
the first brief smiles bloom.
No dead escapes our laughter within them.
Dying is a way to become news again.
Behind each dead person, decades of forgotten
faces suddenly rise. Every death can
alter the air and the rivers. Above all, the word
with which it is spoken. What good would it do
to be a poet in times like these?
To sing of a woman lying down, opening herself?
The dead exist. I began to give them names:
tree of ashes or evaporated flower, it makes no difference.
The senses of smell and hearing lingered, uneasy,
mobilized on other borders, and my
mind translated: it’s the aroma of the earth,
the taste of the apple, the clatter of buses.

"ALEXANDRE PINHEIRO TORRES"

I am sharing photos of landscapes, moments and experiences. Nature and sea are the most visited themes in my photo collection, but any attention-grabbing aspect can be photographed. Hope you enjoy it...

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