Amanhã regressa o mau tempo, ele disse, que se prolongará por vários dias.
Eu digo que nenhum tempo é mau se eu estiver vivo. Vivo, cada dia é um bom dia.
I am grateful for the shutters,
flexing and shuddering in the howling wind.
I thank the rain pouring weight into pots and soil,
making stable my small high plots of earth.
Dearth of cares when the weather is this.
Sampling sound. Can rain murmurate?
Can my closed-in rooms hum as hives do?
The eucalptus sway under white, and I think
you are bamboo now
imagining their tall trunks
clacking like snow geese
Lone gull
hovering in the midst of it all
young by the color of its feathers
gorgeously ebullient -
Vivo, cada dia é um bom dia.
