As Memórias Do Amanhã Longínquo

10 000 fingers

I´ve fingered so many girls

In so many places:

I´ve fingered two in the same day

Without washing my hands,

I´ve fingered in dark corner

In city streets,

I´ve fingered in the middle of

A crowded dancing floor,

I´ve fingered in the middle of

A roman bridge,

I´ve fingered inside a cab,

In a two seat car as my friend

Was driving without imagining

My hands in that sweet shaved heaven,

I´ve fingered in movies, in public bathrooms,

With their sister on the other side

Of the room, in my sister´s bed

At an early age (same age I started writing

Poetry), her sweet fresh friends,

I´ve fingered in the bus,

I´ve fingered in the swimming pool,

And abandoned ships, river, beach,

Student parties surrounded by drunks,

I´ve fingered in my friend´s couch,

When he went to the toilet,

I´ve fingered in the school backyard

And the school teacher and in my mother´s car,

I´ve fingered hairy, red, shaved, dry, springs, nitro, teens, mothers, shy,

I´ve fingered engaged until the ring was lost,

I´ve fingered in the cemetery even if sounds weird

And dark it melted around my fingers like the candles,

I´ve fingered so many girls in so many places,

As much as I´ve written poems in so many ways and many places.

I´ve written much more poems (it is easier to be alone),

But at least they last longer and I hope, they´ll stay alive

Longer than the fingers that wrote them.

The reason is the same, I write, I finger them, I´m alive.

B.