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E que dificuldade de falar!
Nem palavras nem códigos: apenas
montanhas e montanhas e montanhas
oceanos e oceanos e oceanos.

C.D.A.

(And how hard to talk!
Neither words nor codes:only
mountains and mountains and mountains
oceans and oceans and oceans.)

Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,
Missing me one place search another,
I stop somewhere waiting for you.

Walt Whitman

:)

here for example

i said send me someone so subtle so
not like an umbrella opening inside my
heart in slowmo
not like a motorcycle smashing my left
hand oh no

no someone was sent me and soon
i was left with this silent super moon

As a child, they could not keep me from wells
And old pumps with buckets and windlasses.
I loved the dark drop, the trapped sky, the smells
Of waterweed, fungus and dank moss.

One, in a brickyard, with a rotted board top.
I savoured the rich crash when a bucket
Plummeted down at the end of a rope.
So deep you saw no reflection in it.

A shallow one under a dry stone ditch
Fructified like any aquarium.
When you dragged out long roots from the soft mulch
A white face hovered over the bottom.

Others had echoes, gave back your own call
With a clean new music in it. And one
Was scaresome, for there, out of ferns and tall
Foxgloves, a rat slapped across my reflection.

Now, to pry into roots, to finger slime,
To stare, big-eyed Narcissus, into some spring
Is beneath all adult dignity. I rhyme
To see myself, to set the darkness echoing.

Seamus Heaney