Brezilyali sair Cecília Benevides de Carvalho Meireles'in dogum yildonumu (7 Kasim 1901)
Topragin islak tadi,
yikanmis tasin kokusu
-zamanin kotu ani!-
dagin yamacinda golge,
ciplak ve soguk, korkunc.
Savrulan kumlarin sesi,
kuru yapraklarin tadi,
-huzunlu sesin dudagi!-
hicbir olayin gecmedigi
sabahlarin nefesi.
Sebnemle islak kirlarin
serinligini getiriyor gece
-kokusundan belli!-
en saf ciceklerden cikarilmis
ve meltemle yayilmis cevreye.
Ne kadar durgun hayat!
Fakat yukseliyor dusunce…
-nerden geliyor bu muzik?-
yildizlarla gok arasinda
ne kadar cok bulut var.
Damp taste of Earth,
scent of washed stone
- time unsure of time! -
shadow of the flank of the mountain range,
naked and cold, without anything else.
Shimmer of downtrodden sands,
flavor of bitten leaves,
- lip of the voice without happiness! -
sigh of the dawns
without transpired things.
The night opened the freshness
of the fields all wet,
- alone, with its perfume! -
preparing the most pure flower
with airs of everywhere.
Well life was quiet.
But the thought passed . . .
- whence comes that music?
And it was a replete cloud,
between the stars and the wind.


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