Quando me calava....
Quando me calava...
Era na calha dos olhos
que recolhia água
para irrigar os meus silêncios
(Wania Victoria)
A bela de Amherst
Reluzentes cabelos de prata
Ao sol poente que a faz tão bela
Varre com a vassoura de flores
Deixando o rastro de pétala
Oh! Bela senhora do crepúsculo,
Retorna e refaça o teu trabalho
Deixastes rastros de perfume
Multicores para todos os lados:
Com a vassoura, pra lá e pra cá,
Si abanando com os aventais;
Se voar desvanece em estrelas
E para cá não volta mais.
*intertexto: Aline T
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She sweeps with many-colored Brooms —
And leaves the Shreds behind —
Oh Housewife in the Evening West —
Come back, and dust the Pond!
You dropped a Purple Ravelling in —
You dropped an Amber thread —
And how you've littered all the East
With duds of Emerald!
And still, she plies her spotted Brooms,
And still the Aprons fly,
Till Brooms fade softly into stars —
And then I come away —
Oh Housewife in the Evening West —
Come back, and dust the Pond!
You dropped a Purple Ravelling in —
You dropped an Amber thread —
And how you've littered all the East
With duds of Emerald!
And still, she plies her spotted Brooms,
And still the Aprons fly,
Till Brooms fade softly into stars —
And then I come away —
