Folies Bergère 1968

Our breasts are on strike

Our legs

they do not fly far away

until the man's dream

Even our joy of the white of teeth

The feathers don't fly

in the transparency of the bodies

We, too, have a heart and wings

Our body only will light

the beauty of the soul.

(Thomas-John Parr)

Paris, Inverno 1994

Paris, Inverno 1994 /Paris, Winter 1994

Paris nessa noite tinha
a luz distribuída pelas gotas da chuva.

Sartre e Beauvoir não estavam lá.

No Café de Flore, três ou quatro
colheres de açúcar afogavam
o amargo do café. Beberam-no
primeiro os meus olhos como um ritual, os lábios
depois, na minha língua
mais tarde escreveria um poema previsível.

Outras vezes, Paris era um bocado
de ar azulado.

J.T.Parreira

Odysseus enters into Ithaca

Odysseus who walked in circles

in the sea and arrested the body

and its ears

to the mast of the ship

not gave its ears to the sirens

holding the helm under the waves

and with a bag of winds

in the swollen sails

to enters into Ithaca

where Penelope waits

for one life.

On the Waterfront

In the last years I wanted to see

On The Waterfront

The audible Brando

with depressed eyes

wandering in the face

in its elegy about Mob

However really I wanted to hear

concerning the Joey

Joey

that was to be trainer of pigeons

but he fell of the roof.

Marilyn Monroe

Marilyn Monroe by JTParreira

You made your lips more real

with lipstick, your red

lips

swallow a balcony

full of eyes.

Sylvia and Ted

When you were with me

I never could die

My eyes wandered

without you, my fear had noises

all the steps, the shadows

were solid things

when I wrote the death

it scratched out sheets of paper

but when you were with me

I was for lasting the entire life

Your legs

supported my falls.

The Picasso Conspiracy

With the infinite in a notebook
an eye
that arrives of the distance
Picasso cuts
the forms truly, bodies pulled out
from the volume
for all the beauty of the lines
its things with creaking of lungs breathe.

(Thomas-John Parr)