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Sisyphus- A Poem by Pedro Lopes Adão


Pedro Lopes Adão

Translated by Cláudia da Cunha Azevedo

It always blooms at the top, on a peak,

in a snap of desire

a poem-stone hecatomb.

Fall, off the cliff, to encounter nothing,

weed deviate of its purpose, on a grace

that eternally figures itself to the joy

of Men.


I’m not getting ahead of myself. It’s about to happen.

In your exile of falling you will also rise.

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