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Clepsydras

Time is anterior to you, to me, to us,
and nothing is written, except for the interiority
breathing in the innocence of the words,
consummating the beginning
and the peak of souls and bodies,
the intact spirit relishing the pure,
pristine moments of this new world opening
in the blissful thrill of a precious flame,
everything otherwise saying, everything revealing,
in the time without time, between the magic
and voluptuousness of moonlight and silence
recasting the wave of timeless clepsydras.

Inner Truth

It's like the gold girding around me,
the climbing heart proclaiming
the purple bowls, the pursuing eyes,
the bees carrying the honeycombs,
the pasty mosaics.
In the Japanese sake,
which I never drank, I sip.
In the jasmine that I absorb
from Eastern lips,
sweetest is the word that snatches
the fruits, breaking down the chimaeras,
living the truth, the inner truth,
the sublimated yearning,
the ethereal smile floating on the violet
cloud of winged gods.

@Maria Do Sameiro Barroso

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