Wind
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Wind keeps
devouring the night
it’s there, real and changing
and holds inside the music of the branches

Wind arrives
sounds explode
leafing through its body
it waves the branches
the body of wind wraps and bends
it lays the loved body down
its leaves both abstract and concrete
Sinuous falls of wind
pour into the wood
I’m dancing, are you?
It’s reverberating, dancing, whistling and singing
it’s among the trees
born like a fruit
born like a child
its laughter has the rhythm
of water on stone
sweet at first, almost monotone
then stronger, full of resonance
Something vague
smoke and similar flavours

Márcia Theóphilo, 2000
English version by Riccardo Duranti, 2001