Coimbresque

"And in the blonde wave of weightless light

Gilding my path

Went her hair pile"

(Porfirio Barba-Jacob, The lady of burning hair)

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You are the Sun

Or at least half of you is

Iridescent, escaping clouds

And ozone prison

The circle of life is red

And orange and warm and tent

You are, overshadowing below, queen

Immortalizing a breath and melting the air

Helping the hopeless and the frail

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Your other half… is gray

A mix of steel and iron

A snake, and a ruthless tyrant

Blue-esque, reflecting the limelight

As though you’re needless of fame

And you are but you know your way

Of power, brilliancy and might

Can’t be in shadows, but you evade the Sun

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These two parts of you blend

Vanish as they touch each other

One burns, and the other fades

And the view of the city is pregnant

Waiting for the child of your gaze

You evoke all in the place

A dark void on buildings

And burning of clouds

And a sky without sunlight

And the Earth of flames endowed