🌿 PT: Diz-me… já sentiste que as palavras têm cor? 🎨 Olá, eu sou M.ª Leonor Costa — mas aqui, sou a Nonô. Sou autora de poesia e escrita criativa, e acredito que a palavra não vive apenas no papel: vive na voz, no silêncio e naquilo que sentimos sem saber explicar. O meu trabalho nasce de uma ideia simples: a poesia não é um género — é uma forma de olhar o mundo. Escrevo poesia, crónicas e narrativas que exploram o sensível, o humano e o invisível do quotidiano. Aqui, as palavras não são apenas lidas — são sentidas. Este é o meu espaço de criação e partilha: o Poesias da Nonô, onde a escrita se cruza com a emoção, a imagem e a experiência. Convido-te a entrar devagar. A ler com o corpo. E a deixar que as palavras encontrem o que em ti ainda não tem nome. 🌸✨
🌍 EN: Do you ever feel that words have colour? 🎨 Hello, I’m M.ª Leonor Costa — but here, you may simply call me Nonô. I am a poetry and creative writing author, and I believe words do not live only on the page: they live in voice, in silence, and in everything we feel before we can explain it. My work is built on a simple idea: poetry is not a genre — it is a way of seeing the world. I write poetry, essays and narrative fragments that explore emotion, humanity, and the invisible layers of everyday life. Here, words are not only read — they are felt. This is my creative space: Poesias da Nonô, where writing meets emotion, image and experience. Take your time here. Read slowly. And let the words find what in you has no name yet. 🌸✨

💌PT: Contacto / 💌EN: Get in touch:

poesiasdanono@gmail.com

sexta-feira, 12 de fevereiro de 2021

“The Refusal of Love” of Filipa Leal in This Poem is not mine and “Bandit Love” of Nonô in Dialogue between poems – February 2021 - Month of Love

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Filipa Leal
This Poem is not mine
ilipa Leal 

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.

Nonô Poems


Dialogue between Poems

“Bandit Love”

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 (MLeonor Costa)

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