17 July 2007

"Only the holder the flag fits into and wind. No flag"

I stand up and this one of me
Turns into a thousand of me.
They say I circle around you.
Nonsense, I circle around me.

When it's cold and raining,
you are more beautiful.

And the snow brings me
even closer to your lips.

The inner secret, that which was never born,
you are that freshness, and I am with you now.

I can't explain the goings,
or the comings. You enter suddenly,

and I am nowhere again,
Inside the majesty.

(trad. Coleman Barks e John Moyne)



menina alice said...

Que bonito isso. E já me puseste a procurar e descobrir coisas, portanto já podes tirar o nó do lenço.

Ana Cristina Leonardo said...

lá estou eu a ficar meia almareada outra vez