sexta-feira, 23 de setembro de 2011

A de "até que os fios do coração" (IV)


My heart now
Is a warm sad saline lake
A pitch black lepidodendron forest stretching
Nearly five hundred miles along its shore
Must I then
Be made to sleep
Without so much as stirring
Till the reptile takes on the form of a bird?

Kenji Miyazawa, Strong in the rain
(Bloodaxe Books)

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