FALLING IN SLEEP: DIVERSE HARMONIES
Beyond the grass
and other landscapes
small points sink sparkling
Maybe secrete roses
Maybe bloody roses
in the manifestation of an impossible consciousness
departing.
Magnificent worlds of the unconscious
spy each other
in the dark breaks of breathing
It is naked and flies
into the obscure center of memory
where in full instants,
shines and scatters in the veil.
It is where the darkness remains,
surviving from occasional lightnings.
Luís Filipe Sarmento, THE INTIMACY OF SLEEP, 1998
Foto: José Lorvão
