I run away from myself, and I can't reach
The other part of myself
Surrendered, confused, restless
I don't grab the crazy extreme
On the run, I spell myself, lost
Releasing vacancies by precept
That I don't grab trembling
The feathers that are chest pains
And come billowing gales
That convert me traveled
In the wandering spasms
Of my being forgotten.
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Scattered
by Januário Esteves
Bio
Januário Esteves was born in Coruche and was raised near Costa da Caparica, Portugal. He graduated in electromechanical installations, uses the pseudonym Januanto, and has written poetry since he was very young. In 1987, he published poems in the Jornal de Letras and participated in some collective publications over the years.
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