Versão Portuguesa

Poetry book

It is said that in the silence
You can’t use words,
But how, if the voracious thoughts
Search untiringly its texture?

The infinite mind redraws
The painting of its madness,
With dialogues that never
Felt a degree of measure!

Alves Pinto, in Último Ciclo, © 2008



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