Português
Poem by Désirée Jung
Blue of the day’s first hours
Light touch on the body’s soul
Imagine being completely alone
Even if nobody can be completely
anything.
Feel the void stretching out life
traversing waters, their strange
sounds, chimera of flowers
desirous to live entirely
throughout all eternity.
Who never stared at time
with a discontent gaze
hazing to avoid knowing
anything about that.
May I have the humility
to re-cognize the limits
of the bodies, of nature’s force,
determining that I transform
every part of my perceptions.
The falling of petals, the revealed truth
of the wrinkles superimposing the youth
of the image, idealized, re-fined
by a pathway of mirages.
