Miguel Carneiro

THE DRAGONS OF CHINA


When the caravan pass on
The dwarf had an eye of angel glass
Angelica read Albert Caieiro
And my father tell me histories of war
When the caravan returned
My mother wears black
My aunt was blind
And I do not play in the back yard
The caravan pass on silent
On the direction of Cascais



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Miguel Carneiro

POST CARD JACUIPENSE


The seats sleeping
The portraits blinking
The flies buzzing
And the older aunt masturbation



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Miguel Carneiro

SING SWEET TO LULL MY LOVE


My girl
My best map
Let me uncover
Your geography
Traverse
Stroll Mountains
In your yard
Spread my love.



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Miguel Carneiro

NOTEBOOK URBAN


A boat in the port
City town of human clothers
Tons of smoke the mountain range
I am here airtight sit down in a crazy
One lonely in trails of table’s posts
Because we are always in travel
By hidden rough
Sea has by monsters
Little sea.
The tren petrified in the station
And the passage lost by the running
Not I not going carry white sheet
The travel will be labyrinth
Noise the rest unreal
Not songs sing in the world
I am alone
Talk like a best



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Miguel Carneiro

MAKING A FAIR COPY


When I became a poet
My mother was complaining too much.
My father was saying that which poetry
It would not serve for nothing.
My grandmother was reciting for me verses of ABC .
Of the market from the time I am a poet for the half looking for
Identity in the one who always made fun of me.



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Miguel Carneiro

DIARY OF THE HORN


Along the long.
Mud,you
Open legs to animal
Push you talk.
I am here
Doing poem like a best.



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Miguel Carneiro

DIARY ON BORD


Shistossoma Mansoni
Spawn in my belly
Stayed like this
Like a letter of I Ching
That a gypsy Russian
Put on me



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Miguel Carneiro

TO LULL TO SLEEP MY DAUGHTER


As I am able to you sing
Without have ways Laura
Your roses sprout
In the heart of the peoples
But which is allude
To him golden
Where will be the flowers?
Of this country
I will not want count
I am going to die
You in Paris or very far way
From here nearby
The beyond sea.



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Miguel Carneiro

PORT


My grandfather August is a elder
Of fasts and penitence.
It transcended.
Live in a little room in Riachão.
Eating flour,
And chewing over bean.



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