How these images work together escapes me—mostly—but damn, the more I read this one, the more I like it.
27
cintilam os cristais
na montra do destino
no centro
o esquife
sereno
no rosto
o espelho
a paz
depois
o trabalho oficinal
o metal deslizante
une a madeira
completa-se o ciclo
das aparências
o sentido das palavras
esgota-se
a angústia
a regra do jogo
no limiar dos cílios
secam-se as lágrimas
a tarde azul
tem recados urgentes
nas pétalas das flores.
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27
the crystals glitter
in destiny's display case
in the middle
the casket
serene
his face
reflecting
peace
afterwards
laboring in the workshop
slippery metal
joins wood
the cycle of appearances
is complete
words run out
of meaning
anguish
the name of the game
tears dry
on the tips of eyelashes
the blue afternoon
sends urgent messages
on the petals of flowers.
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