Poetry of Gonzalinho da Costa

SILENCE I am quieted when you are near and I hear you speak in the mouth of the wind blowing soft incessant rain scorp...

How dark the sky, Bright the water When silver fish Reflect the moon. Originally posted on Abbey of the Arts: Transformative ...

OUR LADY OF THE PHILIPPINES Trappist Abbey When the moon climbs the cloudless sky and stillness pours into valleys pooling waters o...

BATANES I am a traveler In my heart To a place of sky and sea— A sky so pure, Deepest blue, Sea, same color As the sky— ...

You are the reflection on the pavement of a rainy day, Mirror of the sky painted briefly by shadows of a bustling world. Where is my ...

COFFEE What shall I say of coffee? He is a brown man Made from soil, Pressed into shape, Fired shiny, Waxen as a lizard, H...