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No land in sight I hear the rain falling on the roof but cause I didn't foresee the overflows plaguing the world my solitude is singing like a canary in a cage waiting for the Deluge /// Sem terra à vista ouço a chuva a cair no telhado mas

The roofs of Lisbon get the nightfall colour that dies slowly under the nocturnal flight of whom see them hanging over the Tagus Os telhados de Lisboa ficam da cor do fim do dia que lentamente morre sob o voo nocturno de quem os vê sobranceiros ao

The VIOLA DELTA, Volume XLIX was developed under the theme "poems on Africa and other texts", and its edition celebrates the 30 years of these poetry notebooks. My ad hoc collaboration for the purpose consists of two poems, both written in Guinea-Bissau,

Internet Social Networks and walks around my residential neighborhood blocks are my dominant accupation. Some days I have an increased responsability: take my granddaughter to school; take her back home; give her food-bed-hygiene-cuddles; all in