when the buildings grow old
and inside them generations and generations of secrets accumulate
when the inner skin cracks
and nights of parallel universes open
sometimes the coupling of the naves is perfect
and harmony may reach its height.
then the flying architect smiles
forseeing the archs's adequacy
there in the space where his pencil
has entered into orbit a long time ago.
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Vítor Oliveira Jorge
Poem (English version) from the book
CASA DAS MÁQUINAS
Porto, Papiro Editora, 2008
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