Joaquim Manuel Magalhães, A poeira levada pelo vento (1993)
.Experimento com o corpo em movimentos atravessados pela luz, através do tempo.
A fine wind blows into the heart,
And you fly headlong on,
While love within the roll of film
Holds the soul fast by its sleeve.
Bird-like she steals grain by grain
From oblivion – and now?
She does not let you fall to dust,
Even dead you’re still alive –
Not wholly but a hundredth part,
In muted tone or sunk in sleep,
As if you wandered through some field
In a land beyond our ken.
All that’s dear and seen and living
Makes the same flight as before,
Once the angel of the lens
Has your world beneath his wing.