The spotlights hit you, Mick, as if they were the sun and brighten up
your teeth, your dark tongue, your intensity, your scream, your gibe
‘My body is my music, my cunning, my house
a woman who’s gone (the one haunting my dreams), your
roar, how your voice is delirious in me’
And I picture you in your sleep, your arrogance, tiredness
and that your love making is a rhythmic howling of the masses
Maria Andresen writes an ambitious poetry in the sense that, through it, we no longer listen to ‘God’s voice in a covered well’, as Fernando Pessoa-Álvaro de Campos would say, but we are touched by the impossibility and by the echo of despair that inhabits that same impossibility.'
Maria Andresen was born in Porto but has always lived in Lisbon. She teaches at the Humanities Faculty in the Universidade Clássica de Lisboa and is also an essayst and a translator.
Poetry books since 2000:
Lugares (2001), Livro de Passagens (2006), Lugares (2010)