Pedro Abrunhosa silncio

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Pedro Abrunhosa
Miscellaneous
Silence
Silence is the word that lives, that beats
All the music I make.
It's the city where the ships dock
Full of sounds, of distance, of tiredness.
This is the street where courage is laid bare
Cowardice is drunk on steel.
It is the sordid cinema where I enter
And under cover I return to your lap.
It is the light that sets my veins on fire,
The ghosts that are released in your gaze,
That they accompany you in the places where you stroll,
it is the port where I lose myself breathing.
Silence are the screams of a thousand cranes,
And the eternal sound of the barges
That squeaking they navigate through the streets,
And the faces that are hidden in the windows.
I wish I could know
That silence that you carry within you,
I wish I could find it
The silence you do for me.
By silence you kill yourself,
By silence you die,
You have my blood in your veins,
Is it because me that he runs?
We are two strangers
Lost in peace,
In search of silence
Too alone,
We are two moments, X 2
Two tired winds,
In search of memory
Of times past.
Silence is the river that hides
The odor of a blackened building,
The asphalt that assaults me when I stop,
Surrounded by a body already defeated.
Silence are the lights that go out
In the night, in the dawn already naked,
And the men and women who on the corner
Exchange pleasures, virtues, perhaps AIDS.
Silence is the white of the paper
And the pale black of the hand,
is the shadow that disappears like a poem,
In a graffiti that is a gazelle or a lion.
Silence are the subway stairs
Where poets masquerade as seers,
Silence is the crack that circulates
Among the streets elected confidants.
I wish I could know
This silence that you bring within you,
I wish I could find
The silence you do for me.
By silence you kill yourself,
By silence you die,
You have my blood in your veins,
Is it for me that it flows?
Chorus
Silence is this space in me,
Where I hide to cry and be cried,
it is the brush that falls apart in your mouth,
In any dock of your low-cut breast.
Chorus
Silence...

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