"If I exist, it will be as a playground of light.
That is the contagion."
in The Lack of a Stone
by Vasco Gato
"No goodness, no hope,
only lack of music,
security, police.
There’s no love,
but where, if not here, is love?"
in The Great Catastrophe
by António Barahona
"When we were told to stay home, it was through these windows that we felt our
way through the universe:
So many houses like our house. So much fear, like our fear.
That’s when everything became landscape.."
in F(u)ture
by Joana Bértholo
"A husk and ornament could grow,
occupation of the whole image and careful
to let the discouraged ear open
a slow skiff in the soul –
and like rain I bite
the warm leaves in prayer."
in Melancholia
by Andreia C. Faria
"we’re dealing then with the honorable task of sharing
secrets through ears bent to the dolmen’s lap
& surviving almost everything
the day, the night, hell, winter"
in "no title"
by Marcos Foz
"For weeks, I only stared at
my branches. I convinced myself that I was
the only tree in the forest."
in Chlorophyll
by José Luís Peixoto
"Its ten thousand captains have the same face
The same dark belt the same rank and office
When one revolts, there are ten thousand rebels"
in The Ship of Mirrors
by Mário Cesariny