THE WAIT
by Antônio Moura
Translated by Stefan Tobler
Waiting, standing, on the rock,
between the sea's green sphere
and the star that nears
every night, you speak
more and more mutely,
with a voice that listens to the bottom
of another voice that comes
and saysandoesn't in an echo,
in uh? seaweed language,
a wee bit like this deaf sound:
nada, dressed in body and Karma
while the world dissolves
From Silence river, 2012.
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