Sebastião Alba
RED SONG by Sebastião Alba
I love you Felisbela With the silenced voice of my brotherly blood From the deepest cave in Africa Our hymn bursts in…
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CERTAIN THAT YOU COME BACK , song (confused love) by Sebastião Alba
Certain that you will return, song, at an uncertain time, I wait like someone who lives alone, for the visitation. I …
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TO A DEAD SON BY SEBASTIÃO ALBA
Yesterday the commotion was as thick as a tree running dizzily into the disaster And we no longer cry. We pass withou…
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THE RHYTHM OF THE OMEN BY SEBASTIÃO ALBA
The ink from the pens reflows with antipathy and is impregnated, the erasers constantly change. There is no machine t…
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I DON'T KNOW WHAT LIGHTS BY SEBASTIÃO ALBA
I don't know which lights on board darken the long night and in me solemnly outline the sensations in the shadow fr…
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There are poets with a muse by Sebastião Alba
I, in this garden of Eden, in charge of the municipality, where an old man unravels his life and, lowering his gaze, …
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The diaphanous limit by Sebastião Alba
I move behind the scenes of poetry, and I blush if I slightly hear it. But by night the daily bread is consumed, and …
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Last poem by Sebastião Alba
In these unguarded places high above, clean in the air like the mouths of tombs, what use is it for us to polish mor…
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I like friends by Sebastião Alba
Who shape life Without interfering too much; Those who just circulate In the breath of speech And lightly affix A dra…
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I need any object, a poem by Sebastião Alba
I need any object of yours, something that you can get rid of now, but was yours, to bring with me these days. I don&…
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The Life and Legacy of Sebastião Alba
Dinis Albano Carneiro Gonçalves, widely known by his pen name Sebastião Alba, was a Mozambican poet born on March 11,…
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The dove for the cheina, Poem by Sebastião Alba
The dove for the cheina by Sebastião Alba Points of view intersect the bullets and we rehearse the dove by drawing it…
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Here I Praise the Animals, Poem by Sebastião Alba, in 'O Limite Diáfano’
Subject only to those who do not reign, here I praise the animals. There is, between me and them, a deep relationship…
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Poem and Analysis of In my country by Sebastião Alba, in 'The Rhythm of the Omen
(toc) #title= (Table of Content) The Poem In my country, full of sun and jay hunting, there are only (summer) resorts …