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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

Seção digitalizakjlda 3

tela / Ali Meamar (Irão)