Short Tale

A car door slamming in the night
John Ashbery

Your noise

reached the house

the house

filled of light

the windows

It was opened curtains

flew in the wind

when you left

your noise.

The Creative Pen

Congratulations - jtparreira June2008 award winner

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.