Tortous Poem
Today I did a poem of nugget.
It is so diaphanous that semms moon,
It is so metallic that the air crepites,
It is so hot that the meat crueds.

Today I did a poem which floats.
It is so ruby, that the soul shakes,
Is more alive than skin naked,
Is so strong that the sun skips.

It is like furtive-water in the gutter,
Like little crystal drop which shines,
It is like flower that the wind spreads.

And the ground with petals tiles.
It is butterfly embroired, in mail
It is the way of love, in trail.

(versão inglês por Glauce)