I see you.
Arch's illusion from poor eyebrows
concise eyes like pin's heads animate your stone' smooth face
thin lips of tense irony draw your mouth where dreams die.
Pipe smokes your smells
long throat down.
You get lost in the mirror.
(to read the Portuguese version of this text please click on the above picture)
In "SonhoGrafias", Universitária Editora, 2000