Wednesday, September 26, 2012

For a Psychological Study of Character

 Today he was calm,
as the Grand Canyon.

© João Tomaz Parreira

Monday, October 25, 2010

Haiku (The moon rests...)

The moon rests

in the lake bottom:

no sign of penetration.


Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Broken Mirror

The mirror divides us
our pieces
on the ground

while the fingers
they bleed from glass's fury

A broken mirror
of the same whole
face dispersed in silver

The cherry-tree
of the photo frame is intact.


Friday, June 26, 2009

Ancient photo

It occurred to me that day spend eternity
in the face of the boys, keep the size
of their heads, their legs
in pants, old clothes
was what had
a look
they did not know
would how to illuminate the dark room
of the future.


Tuesday, May 19, 2009

The Lovers

After the violin snatch the public
they began playing the fingers
one another
until the bottom of the hands
The woman said yes
with a left hand
and a right hand of him is imprisoned
maybe forever.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Van Gogh died the other day

Van Gogh died the other day
one shot
into Auvers, a shot
burst into the light
of winding wheat, one shot
in the Van Gogh's head
the wings of crows scaring the blue.

João Tomaz Parreira

Saturday, March 7, 2009


I showed my heart to the doctor: he said I just have to quit.”
(Leonard Cohen)

I showed my heart to the doctor, graphics
trampling the beats of the blood- the doctor said
that although the tests
no showed evidences
was the loneliness, he showed the danger
I have a greater love
than the age that I can reach Finally
showed me how it works
is the divine breath.


Abri o meu coração para o médico, gráficos
atropelando as batidas do sangue- o médico disse
que embora os exames
não mostrassem indícios
havia solidão, ele mostrou o perigo
de se ter um amor maior do que a idade
a que podemos chegar Por fim
mostrou-me como trabalha
ainda o sopro divino.