I close my eyes and I desire,
In front of a canvas,
Being the painter and in form of a kiss
Being able to transmit light to the candle.

Sailing through the waves of imagination,
Holding the breath, diving in a new universe
And in the end, old,
Greet youth by the anxiety of a smooth verse.

Alves Pinto, in Alma Grande no Meu País, © 2007