Aphorism - José Craveirinha

There once was an ant

sharing isolation with me,

we used to eat together.

Three dimensions - José Craveirinha

In the cabin …

the god of the machine

in cap and overalls

holds in his hand the secret of the pistons.

Indian Ocean Ode - Luís Carlos Patraquim

robber of the wind and the fragile

Indian Ocean lines that spurt

in clear partying / with my blood

I scarf what I can / untameable

geometry of caves in this

I think of your hands as gills inside the sea - Luís Carlos Patraquim

I think of your hands as gills inside the sea

your hands that breathe sounds

and I think I’m within a shoal of moving fish

Epigram - Rui Knopfli

Your lips, I tell you, are not as sweet

as honey.

Suicidal Tendencies - Bongiwe Dlamini

I, am pretty.

I am pretty dark, pretty distorted

like those images on your TV Screen

when you lose the signal…pshhht!

I draw the curtains of the afternoon - Luís Carlos Patraquim

I draw the curtains of the afternoon

because I desire your fullness

The Seed is in Me - José Craveirinha

Dead or living
the seed is in me
in the universal whiteness of my bones

I Am Woman - Bongiwe Dlamini

I am woman

Empowered, I arise

to birth and nurture nations

Insídia do tempo - Tina Mucavele

The chorus to the song says:
I just wish you were in my shelter during a storm
I just wish I could walk down the street holding hands with you
I just wished you could care a little about me

I miss you - Bongiwe Dlamini

your hands, your eyes
I miss exploring your mouth, your mind