Manuela Moura Guedes & Alma Novaes

 

Fractured

I called your name

I don't know if a thousand,

If a million times

that time is

A consequence

or a debugger,

A painful bandage

and time-consuming,

a prop,

One detail,

A patience

or an urgency

that improves

Through the centuries

and soon you,

You always want to

You knew everything

You understood everything

And you all fell apart

to understand mechanisms

You should know that if love is blind, 

it is deaf-mute and perhaps ignorant.

 It's a made-up thing, fuel, fuse, 

ignition of unemployed people. 

Explain it to me, scientist, 

because you came in and stayed, 

because you broke out 

and you didn't evaporate such as carbon, 

H2O, petroleum, oil, alcohol, 

dynamite, anger and conformism. 

Why have you left a tattoo inside? 

Why did you stay 

and think about remaining?

If it's all invention or exaggeration, 

obstinacy obsessive, me? 

Fractured! 

The Black Tourmaline 

that I've been keeping 

for two years in the linen bag, 

with two knots tied 

During the day

 In the heart that loves you 

hugged by bra strap 

and overnight in the pelvis, 

next to dry sex, 

Secured by the elastic of the panties 

to the womb from which they stole me 

The Kundalini, 

when I lost you 

And from prayer to prayer 

From hope to hope

I'm holding on like Araldite

My faith in you

crazy, wanton and crazy?

Well, fractured

And my dear, intact 

The love that keeps you mast

Around my eyes

Brown

in a sky of changing stars,

you are fixed star, 

around the mouth 

Loose-lipped

Safe by divine decision

fractured, but whole

In the passion that still illuminates

The shape of your name

The inconsequential way

of the love that 

It's written destiny

to rewrite wick, 

glow, fire, wing,

decade, whole life, 

heat and cold,

River and sea, all inside, 

you drawn immaculate,

intact, my dear, 

and me, as an architect

I rectify and realign agape

Caduceus and Mine

that I protect in this mouth 

Who still draws

which still projects 

obsolete meta

Your name is home

Where do I protect myself

mistress of your castle,

I protect myself

Saved from the cruel outcome

Of those who wish us harm

From all the enemy gall

fractured, but still tourmaline

fractured, but still whole,

Me, Cristina

and if it is not too much to ask,

An excerpt of mescaline

To forget you all at once

cause, trauma, suffering,

suffering, ointment,

Deadly dose

of this immense love

so that all good ends

That translates badly

That I kept from other lives.

that I forgot among the 

My Hemispheres 

temporal and limbic

yours as always. 

And when I claim peace,

This war is coming

which they call saudade

And when I shut up

so much more screaming 

inside the chest

like a castaway, 

a syndicate. 

Fractured?

Yes, fractured.