With these fingers I traced
here and there islands of passion,
unordinately will driven trees;
delighted grins,
a few dew tears the rivers row
and the skin of my days.
With them I coined finer words
to best portray you in this the hour
I hold captive.
With such tools I engraved your name
in longing flight… and remained.
António Patrício / tradução Gonçalo Julião