não fora senão isto
o que intriga o mundo

por vezes ainda procuro
o deslumbramento das tardes
a luz infinita da música
que conhece as raízes das árvores-
assim sou
sussurro de uma voz perdida
que em mim se depositou-
2017, josé

Benjamin famously said in “Theses on the Philosophy of History” that “there is no document of civilisation that is not at the same time a document of barbarism."

por vezes
tenho que voltar
ao silêncio de já não estar aqui-
de abrir montanhas límpidas
na dor geológica da terra-
2016, josé, in loco

por certo
ainda canto os dias
em que te vejo
rio dos meus pulmões
tantas vezes em ti naveguei

The second gif made by myself is also a tribute to the movie Color of Pomegranates from Serguei Parajanov.

I also include a poem written when i was in Erevan, in Armenia. I started to write it when i visited Parajanov's house-museum, with all paintings and scenarios he had made in prison and along his life.
José


A Sergei Paradjanov

No mercado de Erevan
procurei-te na bancada das romãs
na cor rosada de todas as manhãs

uma só me foi dada
e na mão ficou parada
rubra luz do meu espanto
e no lento segredo de cada grão
vi o interior da tua prisão.

No mercado de Erevan
no afã de cada manhã
esperei extasiado
ter-te a meu lado
e dizer-te em cada palavra
o arado cansado que em nós lavra.

É o cinema realidade vã,
prisão corrupta cor abrupta
de uma romã pouco sã?

No mercado de Erevan
vi romãs encarceradas
em sombras dilaceradas
por desobedecerem à realidade
e serem operárias de belezas torcionárias.

estranho poder o de uma cor
que irrita o poder de um ditador!
josé, 2011

música
Djivan Gasparyan - Sayat Nova
https://youtu.be/hAkQNCQfsy0

Artur Aristakisyan (Russian: Арту́р Аристакися́н) is a Russian film director. He was born in Chişinău (Moldavian SSR, Soviet Union, now Moldova) in 1961. Stills from Ladoni, 1994

Aristakisyan only made two films. And left the reality and me in tatters.
josé



burning our hearts
dedicated to Artur Aristakisyan

life is a lost world
that we carry with our silence
with fire and deads
we have seen all the borders
all the collapses and rivers
that refuse to flow
and inside we undergo-

we have born and born again
searching in the garbage of words
the light of a child unborn

is it our last chance
this strange exit without door?
are we only beggars
looking for invisible dreams?

are we walking without feet
without soul with a stolen body
just ghosts behind the stage
going around like blind children
thinking that not to see is see?

starvation and salvation
are the same cold flame
burning everything fingers hearts
a misery landscape
covering all squares
with dark ashes

what are selling those who want to buy us?

bread brains lungs
or just the last breath
of an insane system?

I have nothing
i need nothing
all words have disappeared
all things have vanished-
what you see in me
is your invisible prison.
josé, 2015



music
Sagen Die Gelehrten - Nico
https://youtu.be/DpzhoU0Y4_U

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