crossed the garden lonely, moonless
Running the wind off the roads, as then attempt to
unite my soul to yours, O great night
lonely and dreamy.
Among the flower beds surrounded by boxwood,
smiles in the shadow trembling in fear.
your knees on the ground opened up the fountain, my gestures
And this incantation
That should wake up from her restless sleep
The black soil plots
And my dream
buried alive and whole.
But under the weight of narcissi flowering
fell silent land,
And under the weight of fruit withered
From this,
They stopped talking to my broken dreams.
Between the beds surrounded by boxwood, rose and fell
While the water of the fountain,
murmured the words that once
For me there was always
The gesture of a boost.
Words I stripped of its literature,
To give them their primitive form and pure,
From magic formulas.
Sweetly dreaming enter the foliage
The lonely night and continued pure
distant and unattainable
Without letting me penetrate her secret
And I felt broken, broken down, loaded
My eagerness to impossible,
Against its perfect harmony.
I took my hands in the dark shadow
packed And the silence on my shoulders.
Everything around me was alive
But nothing could wake of his wreckage
My great bliss lost.
Only the wind and went hot
And around the whole garden sang
The water tank tremendous
If marveled
In circles, long time.
Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen
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