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(Text by Fernando Martins da Mota)

There are rumours about where my thoughts stray to
Murmurs and rumblings about the frame
That from stained light scarcely departs

When the rain’s incessant drops lull my mind

When last the petals strewn their colour lost
And darkened

When last the hands your face gently held
And the thumbs down the cheeks glid

When last tears the soil watered
Before the plants did wilt

When last wine was poured
And smiles warmth spread

When last the mirror gleamed
Before the mirror fissured spread

When last eyes saw the whole in the chest
And the body petrified lay

Before sight blurred and veiled
And memories into oblivion fade away

Author

  • Born in 1998, Fernando mostly writes poetry in which gothic horror is recurrent. Symbolism and mythological traces can also be found in a style that dabbles in the occult and the macabre. Occasionally, he also writes short stories, turning to prose whenever it best suits the tales in question. In keeping with his passions, he started his MA in English Literatures and Media in Trier.

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