A keresés eredménye

I traversed

It can be a long river that runs
indefatigably or a small stream
that lingers lazily
because it knows that the rush and the calm
will both take it to the same place
 
a road of asphalt or gravel
narrow and full of curves
that dance softly in the breast of the forest
 
a very dangerous living of roads
certainly uncertain but always
with choices that in the end reveal themselves
merely choices
 
because it doesn't matter whence we leave
or where we go
 
I traversed . . .
 

On the Mantiqueira

From between the battlements of the mountain range
asleep,
the Moon sneaks out,
like a white lotus
on the ridges of crocodile back,
leaping playing hide-and-seek.
 
It gives one powerful yank upwards,
swiftly,
like a balloon without a ballast.
And it rises, clearer than the other moons,
almost a cold Sun,
round, fading away, pouring,
grinding light through the gashes, of the barren
bulge at the peaks of the mountain.