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Territ​ó​rios ocupados

by TraumaXXX

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Occupied Territories


I see veins and slopes in the fabric of the throat
And their shapes remind me of the map of France
Territories occupied by hope, by some
Discolored and mundane thing, perhaps human...

What’s the use of a monument? if I cannot
Remove all of its concrete and see the eye of Ivy.
Yes, her, an unstable and scandalous confrontation
Who dances bewilderedly, who hits me
On the head target, in mid-idea, forgotten.

I want the big things in small packages.
So I can carry the fire and all the energies
In miniature envelopes.

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Territórios ocupados


No tecido da garganta, vejo veias e vertentes
Que me lembram a forma do mapa da França
Territórios ocupados pela esperança, de algo
Descolorido e mundano, quiçá humano...

De que me serve um monumento? se não posso
Retirar todo seu cimento, e ver o olho de Hera.
Ela sim, um afrontamento movediço e escandaloso
Que dança de forma desconcertada, que me acerta
No alvo da cabeça, no meio da idéia, esquecida.

Eu quero as coisas grandes, em pequenos pacotes.
Para poder transportar o fogo e todas as energias
Em miniaturas de envelopes.

Poem by: Antoine Trauma
Poema por: Antoine Trauma

English translation by: Johann Heyss

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released April 27, 2015

Voices - Al Da Tosta
Acoustic guitar - Rodrigo Ardais
Electronics - Antoine Trauma

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