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This poem is not mine
“The Refusal of Love”
Filipa Leal (born in 1979)
We don't have a gun to the head,
you told me. But it was impossible for you
not to see,
impossible. I by your side with that pain
neck, immobile, careful, the cold pipe
on my forehead, life crashing
any time. It was impossible for you not to
see
the revolver I always carried with me. That's
why I slept
turned to the other side, it wasn't because
it helped me
that side, it was for giving me more ways
not to die when we saw each other,
I was supposed to sleep with you just one
more time,
always just this time,
always with my love turning around,
always with your love pointed at the head.
Dialogue between Poems
Nonô (born in 1975)
We can always choose which way we want to go. But that
choice is not an easy one to make. It does not matter
what
others see. In the end it is our decision. We will
feel pain in
the body, until we stop feeling anything. It will hurt
in the
chest, belly, and head, but it is in the soul that the
pain
register becomes deeper. Around us many notices. Pain
is
revealed in physiology, in thoughts and in our
actions.
Unrequited love can become a series of superficial
encounters, which in the end hurt, much more than the
break. Only once again is this our lack of courage to
leave
behind, which only makes us ill. Over and over again,
only
the marks of the problem experienced increase. In our
discovery of the “I”, who has never lived a bandit love?
Mem-Martins (minha secretária), sexta-feira,22
de janeiro de 2021, 6h36
Nonô (M.ª Leonor Costa)
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