Poetry of Gonzalinho da Costa

THE SEA Down the road a short distance the sea is crashing breakers. I hear the soft rhythmic roar telling of a distant menace. W...

THE MOUNTAIN Climbing is like lifting a weight, hand over hand, using a pulley. Marathoner in a trance, you ascend rapidly as time sl...

Original context of The Lake: SILENCE “If a jar of wine is left in place a long time, the wine in it becomes clear, settled and fr...

THE LAKE In autumn chill I sat at the edge of a deep blue lake. It was placid as the stillness of the moon in solitary space. Sil...

IRONY Darkness is luminous: It bends as light. Day is over: It rises with night. A clock is a statue; A desert, a lake. ...

SILENCE I’ve begun to realize that you can listen to silence and learn from it. It has a quality and a dimension all its own.— Chaim ...

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