#6 - MEETING, Harold Pinter

It is the dead of night

The long dead look out towards

The new dead

Walking towards them

There is a soft heartbeat

As the dead embrace

Those who are long dead

And those of the new dead

Walking towards them

They cry and they kiss

As they meet again

For the first and last time

August 2002

#5 - CAMPO DE REFUGIADOS, Fiama Hasse Pais Brandão

A fugitiva disse que na terra
outrora sua havia árvores
e a sombra. Que outra fala
mais bela do que a sua,
mulher no chão seco,
solo sob o sol sem fim?