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The Wild Girl

 

 

 

 

 

The wild girl

 

The wild girl came from aurora

accompanied by birds,

sea-stars

and pebbles.

brings a magnolia paint

in faces.

Her hairs wetted of dew and

touched of moss,

playing with waterfalls

and wind.

The wild girl with lace worked

handfuls,

shakes loosen foams.

feeds timid fishes and obstinate parrots.

And from a glance, in her laughter,

cutting edge from steel and pulp of mulberry.

 

 

Three Kings, it is time!

Offer woods, meadows and fields

to the wild girl:

she came after the dragonflies.

 

HSS

 

 

 

 

O menino azul

 

 

O menino quer um burrico

Para passear.

Um burrico manso,

Que não corra nem pule,

Mas que saiba conversar.

 

O menino quer um burrico

Que saiba dizer

O nome dos rios,

Das montanhas, das flores,

-         de tudo o que aparecer.

 

O menino quer um burrico

Que saiba inventar historias bonitas

Com pessoas e bichos

E com barquinhos no mar.

 

E os dois sairão pelo mundo

Que e como um jardim

Apenas mais largo

E talvez mais comprido

E que não tenha fim.

 

( Quem souber de um burrico desses,

pode escrever

para a Rua das Casas,

Numero das Portas,

Ao Menino Azul que não sabe ler.)

 

The blue boy

 

 

The boy wants a little donkey

For walking.

A tame little donkey,

That doesn't run nor jump,

But that knows how to talk.

 

The boy wants a little donkey

That knows how to say

The rivers name,

mountains, flowers,

-         Everything.

 

The boy wants a little donkey

That knows how to invent beautiful stories

With people and animals

boats in the sea.

 

And the two will come out for the world

That is as a garden

Just wider

It is maybe longer

And endless.

 

(Who knows a little donkey of those?

Can write

To the Street of the Houses,

number of the Doors,

To the Blue Boy that doesn't know how to read.)

 

 

HSSofia

12/03/06

Carolina's Necklace

 Carolina's Necklace

 

 

With her coral necklace,

Carolina

runs for among the columns

Of the hill.

 

Carolina's necklace

colors the lap of whitewash,

turns red-faced.

 

And the sun, seeing that color

Of Carolina's necklace,

puts coral crowns

 

In the columns of the hill.

 

HSSofia

12/14/06

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