"FIRST FACE"(English title)

one of me calls
but the other hesitates
one waits for the night
the other, the morning
and they cross in the passage, and one looks
but the other looks away
and because I stayed in the middle, and everything I surrender
leads me

and in one I want to find words
but in the other I avoid them

in the other, this fear of hurting with my voice

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love has made my words
too fragile

and now I fear I might kill them by whispering them

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my life: kidnapped by a howl longer than it

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to miss the sea is ultimately to discover it

there are things that are best known in longing

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my desire, to write a book that even when motionless, can be seen falling

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for a long time an unborn book has been searching for me

by Mar BECKER, excerpts of "PRIMEIRO ROSTO", Sr Teste Edições, 2025

(English translated by Armando TABORDA, 2025)