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6.9.07
POEMA DO MÊS
THE LAST HORIZON
The last horizon
of my way...
A new land of sweetness...
a promised caress...
an universe of happiness...
...are about to fade away...
lightless stardust,
made of despair...
shivering clouds...
rains of crystals...
Winds aware
of their shouts...
waves and seas...
storms of feelings,
crying in the dark...
wingless bees...
adjourned meetings...
frontiers that mark
the no-trespassing skies...
orphans and widows
looking for love
responding to their cries...
a thousand lost shadows
flying well above
the cosmic limits...
... come all near me...
surround me...
drown me...
erase me
from the face of earth…
take me with you
to an empty land..
..be sure...
I will understand!...
Magalhães Pinto
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