30 setembro, 2005
Foto de Carlos Lisboa
[...]From doors of mudcracked houses
If there were water
and no rock
If there were rock
and also water
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
were the hermit-thrush sing in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water
Who is the trird who walks always beside you?
When I count, there are only you and I together
But When I look ahead up the whaite road
There is alwais another one Walking beside you
Gliing wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded
I donot know whether a man or a womam
- But who is that on the other side of you?
Excerto de "V. What the thunder said"
(The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot)