Dissolução

Dissolution
I know what today is air weight, secret emptiness, that hurts alone.
I know the dark that inhabits the pains, that softens them, of blindness they become.
Scraps of light seem smaller, or I don’t care anymore.
I have a space full of hollow, serene and slow, in place of viscera.
Today I know what it is to be transparent, what it is to have nothingness occupying my lap.
I remember on the walls the turns I took, the worlds I turned on my lips.
Sweet flavors I tasted, pencil drawings I erased.
Back and forth.
And I fear, again,
I thought I would not return.
I feel a rebaldness growing,
Threatening,
That sighs and embraces me,
Embarrasss me.
And I try to dissolve,
Report,
On the path to paradise,

(poem by Bruna Carvalho)