To my spouse, stepmother to my two daughters.
You were born to blow into three souls,
giving them life that was prompt to vanish,
packing up, leading ahead, making new ones.
While with us, you have appeased and healed.
When they take you to the bottom of the earth
and your soul rises to the heavens, be careful.
Touch us and the planet gently, so enlarged
will be your power we cannot even dream of.
Published in the Lake, October 2015 issue.
They say I have forgotten to turn out
the lights of my ambition and desire,
of the hurry, the youth and cockiness.
I add, by myself, also the ones of love,
seeking, lust, yet envy. And finally,
I am sure never will be lost others like
the rejoicing to be alive and dreaming.
It would be good they get out of my way,
for a loadstar still warms me so fiercely,
that I mirror fire, I burn and, sometimes,
I inject sparks.
Published in Mocking Heart Review, Spring/Summer issue 2016.
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Published in The Brasil O’Flaherty July 2016 issue.
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Published in The Chamber Magazine, May 7 2021
We are siblings not by birth, but by unusual
and mutual adoption, begun by so odd and
stubborn a love.
I will soon discover one route that reach
some exquisite beauties waiting for me,
lost and forgotten in hidden waterfalls,
after untrodden ways.
Outdoors, on sunny days and blue a sky,
I ride the wind to see all beauties spread
by all this earth.
We enter into night like pilgrims
looking for lovers hidden in the laps
of incongruous, unfriendly, ruthless time.
Day is done, carrying words I said, but, by night,
some untold ones resonate heavily and painfully
on the depths of my heart.
Your words cherish me, even if you shout,
but some crucial silences resound heavily,
making my entire soul into pieces.
Le voyage d’un pèlerin.
Par Edilson Afonso Ferreira.
French translation, by Rebecca Banks and the author, of
“A Pilgrim’s Journey”.
Je me promène par sourde, presque secrètement,
comme un fantôme par des coins d’une ville endormie,
peur qu’ils pourraient réveiller et me emprisonner
pour mourir à l’aube sous une lumière
si impitoyable et si mortelle.
Publié en Poésie Bleu Souterrain, Juin 2015.
Camarades sur la route.
Par Edilson Afonso Ferreira
French translation by Rebecca Banks and the author, of
“Comrades on the road”
Je crois qu’il ya un complot en cours
ce que implique chacun d’entre nous.
Je ne sais pas quand ni où elle a commencé,
ni qui a lancé il.
Ils occultent de moi leurs entretiens
juste je aborde quelqu’un d’entre eux.
Il me semble une communion furtive et étrange,
des saints et des démons, anges et démonistes,
même gobelins.
Ils se rassemblent pour conduire l’humanité,
en battent pour nos âmes, une par une.
Quelqu’un a été dit, il est une cast
qui débarrasse l’humanité de démolition
et préserve elle en vie à travers de la route,
en fermentant nous avant la bataille finale.
Publié en Juin 2015, Poésie Bleu Souterrain.
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