The Portrait of the Poet in Times of Fear

In the hands,
	the latent gestures,
	broken pens,
	handcuffs.
    In the head,
	the freedom,
	long constricted,
	exploding
	- in woman’s kisses
	- in friend’s arms
	- in son’s eyes.
    In the breast,
	the ugly scars,
	tiredness of waiting.
    In the feet,
	allowed steps,
	dragged shoes,
	the metal chains,
	the iron ball.
    In the mouth,
	the cramp in the tongue,
	hibernating smiles,
	filed words,
	the taste of rustiness.
    In the eyes,
	the hope for the light.

---2006© Franklin Magalhaes--------------------------------------