Madeira from the Sea

O AA do A arte da fuga mandou-me este poema que lhe foi mandado pelo Xanelcinco


Madeira from the Sea

Out of the delicate dream of the distance an emerald emerges
Veiled in the violet folds of the air of the sea;
Softly the dream grows awakening -- shimmering white of a city,
Splashes of crimson, the gay bougainvillea, the palms.
High in the infinite blue of its heaven a quiet cloud lingers,
Lost and forgotten of winds that have fallen asleep,
Fallen asleep to the tune of a Portuguese song in a garden.

Sara Teasdale

Obrigado AA pelos cheiros, cores e paisagens da nossa terra.