Squall shapen
And turmoil…
Freedom shapen
And wail…
Glee shapen
Told by old sorrows
Sung in woe.
Disquiet shapen
Both the good and the evil
Both the whole and the void.

I am my everyday’s anger
Of isolation
Of despair
I am this shore
Of sensation
Set sail and return.
I am the smothered belief
The lost word
The private agony.
I am he who cannot be!

António Patrício Pereira / Edgar Arruda (translation)