Ângela Canez
missing the trace
that which lingers after the torn absence of the aqueducts
on the skin returned the barren remem
of women who walk on water
and do not drown do not dawn again
neither are they consumed in the flames
because it is late. too much and to life they add
a string of silence. little else
a string of artifacts common objects
to force pain what aches and remains
and spreads and becomes yet stronger for the night falls
in the empty room where they do not live anymore
or take shelter from the rain
that men sow or cast down into memory
softly. whole like this
slowly withdrawing chance
the void there is and the belief grows that no one will come
here where the body aches and grounds
and grows and drowns a bit more. Because it’s late
and by now they should have returned from their incursion
into the centre of the waters. of deposed bodies
where there is no sleep anymore
nobody lives
where there is no life
sick of remembering
we stumble over fear
painfully moulded among remembrance where the night
devastates the wonder painfully erupts in the rail
and lingers there again perpetuating the charge
through the remotest borders where no one lives. where we still dwell
the last half of the darkness where one is not anymore
we are by mistake by accident in what remains
of an empire ravaged by insomnia
which comes one day. every day and one cannot escape
the beast rehearses the charge
for the first beat of fear
the beast is all that mankind could still expect
the face
(silence the spaces that get drunk
of the cells that decaying against the wall
against the void that allows us
the noise of words birds that
decay by accident in the vortex from where
one begins
to not be)
the face
is gone
and what hurts them more is this absence
this first tempo of a space
too empty
the face is ousted against fear
it is the first sign of silence
(that it will not rain today)
Ângela Canez was born in 1984 in Aldeia Velha, Beira Alta. In Coimbra she developed an interest in Psychology and in different art forms. She was a member of the Oficina de Poesia group and the Teatro Universitário (University Theatre Group) where her desire to go deeper into the mystery of things grew stronger. She now continues her search as a poet and a psychologist through the mountain paths.
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