Brasil

Some of Osmar's poem, and he will send a whole book
Ezek itt Osmar barátom (engem kevéssé megfogó) versei, mindjárt küld egy könyvet tele velük, még sokkal több versével

fucking complex
fucking fucking complex
fucking complex complex
fucking AMERICA


"Where's Brazil?"
"I don't know
maybe it's in Africa..."
"Where's Africa?
Africa goes inside Brazilians!"


I can see sweat and hard work
behind those sweet smiles at the University of California.
Chinese Mexicans Europeans Africans Central and South Americans...
Their kids are laughing on top of the mountain.
What will they do with this alien wisdom they have carried?
Or would America be only a machine that unifies all things and colors
in tasteless nutritional hamburgers?
America could even teach
diversity and solidarity
changing the cities
into an interesting type of forest
instead this emptiness.


Beachview Inn

The window of my tiny room is a sad TV.
I would like to be a Brazilian window
in this alien city...



The human language
where I have picked up my verses
is made of all possibilities
choices and mistakes...
Why should all things
that this language has named
be stable?


The fall falls on my head
The wind says to my heart:
Leaves leaves leaves...


Enormous full moon
Rips the sea
opens the night
In light,
She strips the metal
and throws me a curse:
"I will be always your lover
on the Golden Gate bridge".