Poetry of Gonzalinho da Costa

The condor wheels… The condor wheels, Currents, warm, rise, Noon pulsates, Shadows entice, Stillness, a wing, Silence ...

Your love is a meal we share… Your love is a meal we share, stopping as events blink by. We are waiting trains, rushing travelers...

VIGAN Let us go to the dry land where hundreds of years ago, tobacco leaves broad as parasols hung from the dark rafters of wooden sh...

WORK Work springs from bed, time ringing, Switches off alarm, not clock, world, Ticking, spinning, running, rushing— Undresses,...

NOISE Soon silence will have passed into legend. Man has turned his back on silence. Day after day he invents machines and devices t...

THE CLOCK We divide the clock Into pie segments To show, self-indulgently, We are masters of time. Serving up plates, we App...

WINTER SOLSTICE December 21, 1989 I am prisoner to conversation with an old man with a broken nose, mute with catarrh, sedentary an...