with Sandra Costa
Skin.
noun
1. The thin layer of tissue forming the natural outer covering of the body.
2. Stage of expression.
3. Where feelings reside.
noun
1. The thin layer of tissue forming the natural outer covering of the body.
2. Stage of expression.
3. Where feelings reside.
Beyond surface there’s always depth. This is our tribute to skin. An experiment that connects 3 women, 3 languages and 3 writing expressions.
With the collaboration of Carla Cascales Alimbau and Madalena Atayde.
O MAR DOS MEUS OLHOS
Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen
Há mulheres que trazem o mar nos olhos
Não pela cor / Mas pela vastidão da alma
E trazem a poesia nos dedos e nos sorrisos
Ficam para além do tempo
Como se a maré nunca as levasse
Da praia onde foram felizes.
THE SEA OF MY EYES
Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen
There are women who carry the sea in their eyes
Not by the color / But by the vastness of the soul
And bring poetry on their fingers and their smiles
Stay beyond time
As if the tide never takes them
From the beach where they were happy.
OP
Ana Blandiana
Timpul scrie pe trupul meu versuri
Atât de complicate încât
Aproape de necitit,
Îşi notează pe pielea mea ideile
Fără să mă întrebe.
Literele lungi, răsucite, superbe
Mi le încolăceşte de gât,
Îmi mâzgăleşte în jurul ochilor,
În jurul buzelor, raze subţiri,
Le îngroaşă.
Apoi, ca la sfârşitul unui op,
Se iscăleşte pe fruntea mea încă rotundă.
Fără să mărturisească
În ce scop
Trimite prin mine
Aceste mesaje
Şi cine
Va trebui să mă citească
Şi să îi răspundă.
BOOK
Ana Blandiana
Time writes lyrics on my body
So complicated
Almost unreadable,
It writes its notes on my skin
Without asking me.
Long, twisted, beautiful letters,
It coils them around my neck
It smears them around my eyes,
Around the lips, thin rays,
It thickens them.
Then, like the end of a book,
It signs its name on my still round forehead.
Without any confession
Of the purpose with which
It sends through me
These messages
And who
Will have to read me
And reply.
POEMA DEL BON MATÍ
Olga Xirinacs
És un començar en no res
i estrenar les mans tan vives
i uns llavis que mai no es cansen
de besar la pell tan fina.
GOOD MORNING POEM
Olga Xirinacs
It's a start at nothing
And release the hands so alive
and the lips that never get tired
of kissing the skin so soft.
