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  • An ancestor and creative feeling!

    ÂNSIA

    Para que a água
    traga a terra,
    debato-me na quietude
    dos lagos imensos
    dos olhos

    Para que a mágoa
    que o peito encerra,
    sufocando toda virtude,
    queime-se como incenso
    e perfume esse mundo
    de abrolhos

    Minha sede intensa
    devora o mar, o rio, o lago,
    e quando, enfim,
    ela me deixa em Cartago,
    entendo que as forças cegas
    com que dei por mim
    me guiaram à salina
    onde naufrago

    Sal!
    Sal é o que me resta!
    E tamanha é minha sede
    de voltar ao charco de onde vim,
    que devolvo ao solo
    o mar, o rio, o lago,
    e então
    o fosso dos meus olhos transborda
    e eis que a água
    traga a terra.

    ********
    ANXIETY

    For the water
    to bring the land,
    I struggle myself in the stillness
    of the huge lakes
    of my eyes

    For the hurt
    the chest closes within,
    choking every virtue,
    burns as incense
    and perfume the world
    of reefs

    My intense thirst
    devours the sea, the river, the lake,
    and when, finally,
    it leaves me in Carthage
    I understand that the blind forces
    in which I found myself
    guided me to the saline
    where I wreck

    Salt!
    Salt is what's left to me!
    And such is my thirst
    to be back to the pond where I came from
    that to give back to the soil
    the sea​​, the river, the lake,
    and then
    the pit of my eyes overflows
    and there it is
    the water brings the land.

    ( Photo from Circular Port of Carthage, by Pascal Radigue)
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