Wall concret.Icarus at the Pireo harbour, Athens. August,1991.
By Isaac Pereira.
Assembly with a Fiama Hasse Pais Brandão picture.
EPÍSTLE TO DEDALUS
Why you gave to your son plumage wax wings
if the powerfull sun at the sky would undo them?
It did not hear me, so far, however I thought I said:
all the sons are Icarus, who will die in the sea.
Later they return, prodigal, to the love between the blood
of what they were and of what they are now, sons of the sons.
Fiama Hasse Pais Brandão, in Epístolas e Memorandos, 1996
Translated by IP
One thought. Eduardo Lourenço, portuguese thinker:
Fiama is “a kind of a silence shell, which reflects all of the world pains and joys. (...) But now we will have enough time to read from her, how is usual in Portugal, where we awake only with the dead in our arms" and "if there is a heaven for the poets as we said that exists for the children when they die, for her innocence, Fiama, who had this wonderful flare name, will have a certain place in it."
Eduardo Lourenço is the preface author of “Obra Breve”, book that congregates the completely Fiama Hasse Pais Brandão poetry. (Assírio e Alvim, 2006).
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