Caelum
We had predicted the
memory revisited through
a visualization that
brought us to this world now
in new biological tissues
that allow us to
live on the arid surface
that welcomes us in Caeli
in a long summer of ten
years and so many of winter
we travelled the great
craters that exhale acids
spongy dunes next to lakes
of liquid metal
that boils in multicoloured
spurts of lit odour
and we planned to
terraform the vast surrounding area
in a heliotropic garden of
sunflowers in circadian rhythm
drawing energy from the
white mother star that gushes its
wind over the cocoons we
brought to life as it happens
on the biological clock
parallel to the heyday of the two moons
we recreated the first
materialized impulse in vitro
in the critical reasoning of
our education, we unveil
the sparkling object that
falls in love with our desire.
Perseus
That day Heaven carried a
meteor shower
coming from the spiral
arms of the star that eclipses
and we sought refuge on
the edge of the foam lakes
of Sissi in Berehynia and
because the days there are short
we spent long hours
enraptured by the musk odour
of the greenish-orange
atmosphere like a northern lights
and then inside our
spaceship we said prayers
each other in a sharing of
divinized emotions
by the galactic wind that
wrapped us fearfully
of the long parsecs of the
wandering odyssey that we started
moving in space with the
speed of thought
look for the spark lodged
in the great attractor
where decoherence is no
longer an impractical thing
infinite values of
magnitude to have physical meaning
in the residual substance
of cosmic radiation that calls us
and forces us fearless
adventurers to have a destination.
Libra
The pure young woman was
like a blooming rose, hot and silky
vehement and sad, sweet
and bitter seeking the sun in a metaphase
of emotions in a series of
scales next to the pillar of memory, at the root
of tenderness, of loving
justice of lucid temperance that exudes
his sighs for the chaos
that rose in exasperated existence
floating in a personal
orbit that only she executes, only she witnesses
disgusted with the evil
and brutality of humanity, she is alone
watching the twilight that
slowly fades in your memory
in an approach halo
holding its rays like a torch
she looks for the symbol
of just perfection at the limit of temperance
in the precession of the
equinoxes she exhales her sweet breath in the dirty
mantle of the night that
covers the inhabited areas illuminating
the agency, holding the
world’s offspring with invisible rays
in succession continues
the mornings that unfold in the spell.
Januário Esteves was born in Coruche (1960) and was raised near Costa da Caparica,
Portugal. He graduated
in electromechanical installations, uses the pseudonym Januanto
and writes poetry since the age of 16. In 1987 he published poems in the Jornal de Letras, and participated over the years in some collective publications.
my heartfelt thanks
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