From the Archives: Mathematics

From the archives: as we head into 2024, we are featuring some of our magazine’s earliest publications. This piece was originally published in issue number two. 

As death folds tears in the tongue
you seal labor’s day with a definite gesture.
|there is no revolution more grandiose than love,
this of resisting time holding each other´s cries|
We spill words on the street
afraid dreaming of vessels
but when we say goodbye
the gesture, like a wave,
draws houses on the pavement
amidst demonstrations and carnations,
and like a dissident, the sea
opens in Cedofeita
where we could have sailed like rebels,
if only we were not cowards.