the trees of Sofia
(tribute to Sofia de Mello Breyner Andersen)

I do not understand the tear
that is carried in a bark
in the streets of Lisbon
flavor
Sofia still has
books to write with
the cloud cotton fingers

crying is a straight
direction gift
to whom made
a life of the empty way

we should
kill the tears that we exceed
in translucent latitudes
we still didn’t touch the perfume
that inhibits the tranquility
of the sea flower

Sofia is as books
and books are as Sofia
they are part of a closet
where we appreciate to flourish
in soft immortal dreams

there aren’t tears of sugar
that feed the trees
and hungry readings

some transparent headquarters
penetrate the entering
of the discovery verses

the poetize didn’t disappear
she is part of the core crystal
the burning process
a photograph
a journal
confirm the perpetuity
of the Sofia trees

some books can read dreams