April twenty-fifth of ninety-four
a poem by Nuno Higino, included in the exhibition “April 25 as seen by poets and artists,” curated by António Oliveiratodos os públicos . 00h05
hanging from my arms. It is not me who says so, it is my eyes
pointing I don't know where, a garden perhaps, flowers and weapons,
the flowers dying, the weapons always alive: the flowers in my hand,
the weapons in my mind, or vice versa, it doesn't matter. Tears
escaping from blood, no sadness, ideas withering
on the asphalt, us running, forgetting them. I didn't want to be
thirteen, nobody wants to be thirteen, you look to the side
and see no one, and yet weapons and flowers; the future
is a long time, son, there must be somewhere you can
keep your thirteen years, for example in April by the flowers
and the weapons. No one will ask you for anything, no one will give you anything,
the world doesn't start anywhere, but you must travel it
to the end. Thirteen years is all you have for the hunger of April.
- Nuno Higino
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POEM Nuno HiginoVOICE Clara Ribeiro
VIDEO enVide neFelibata
PRESENTATION TEXT Filipa Mesquita
FRAME Migvel Tepes
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