5 de dezembro de 2009

Interior Portrait

You don't survive in me
because of memories;
nor are you mine because
of a lovely longing's strength.
What does make you present
is the ardent detour
that a slow tenderness
traces in my blood.
I do not need
to see you appear;
being born sufficed for me
to lose you a little less.
Rainer Maria Rilke (Versão inglesa de A. Poulin)

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Rodrigo disse...

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