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Folies Bergère 1968


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Our breasts are on strike


Our legs

they do not fly far away

until the man’s dream


Even our joy of the white of teeth


The feathers don’t fly

in the transparency of the bodies

Our body only will light

the beauty of the soul.




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I like how, in your verse, you call attention to the other arts. I like how in this one you tie in elements of the physical -- the breasts, the legs, and the white teeth -- with that which lies within: the beauty of the soul.



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Larsen M. Callirhoe

this is very good jt. i love the usage of words here. this is by far the best i read from you so far. i know in your home language you probably have so many beautiful poems that need to be translayed into english. i wish my mind would allow me to remember other languages but i suffered brain damage in a car wreck and have a hard time remembering stuff,



victor aks pen name larsen

Larsen M. Callirhoe

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Wonderful Joao. I agree with Tony and Victor.

This sounds so poetical and full with passion


Thank you for sharing



The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

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