ESPAÑOL PORTUGUÊS DÉBORA NOVAES DE CASTRO

 
CEREMONIAL

The fire disc
slowly sets
at the mountain's ridge.

Different people
coming from all places
stand lonely in line
to write their names
on the Registry Book
for the day.

But who comes
rushing
at the distance, down the road?

They're the poets,
who, resisting to the turning wheel
of the day, have let dreams
come down on the seventh row
of the rainbow.


 

(in Pinwheel, p. 18, Livroarte/João Scortecci,
São Paulo, 1994)

Translated by Thereza Christina Rocque da Motta

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