From my book CASA DAS MÁQUINAS
Porto, Papiro ed., 2008
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POESIA DE VÍTOR OLIVEIRA JORGE
the heart of summer, its very center, is red.
animated by movement, it flows to the front of time.
it hangs out in the windows quilts of blood.
you are a valley that goes from head to foot.
your central valley is red: it walks, I walk over it.
the summer's heart is a procession.
our bodies go through the middle.
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