From beyond the mountaintop,
Beyond the moonlight glow,
The strangeness of shapes drops.
They are thoughts of the twin
That is only the wind.
You hear their entrails flop
To hear them go.
From beyond, the parade
Brings your itinerary
With laughter serenade,
And the stars keep their veil
And the pale windows flail,
Like a voice that persuades
As branches parry.
But the sound slipped away
All at once from the air,
Halting the access way,
What withdrew to the bough
Like a soul from a brow.
And all it would convey
Was a whisper.
And the window unbars
To my mind, barely seeing,
In the moonlight a star
So vague, in the clearing,
And almost disappearing,
Who knows if that far
Spirit tremble hides,
How much went to the side
In this ride
That happened without being?
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De além das montanhas,
De além do luar,
Vêm formas estranhas.
São gémeas do vento,
São só pensamento.
Mudam as entranhas
De as ouvir passar.
Cavalgada rindo
Seu curso do além,
Vem vindo, vem vindo,
E tremem janelas,
Velam-se as estrelas,
(E) os ramos, rugindo,
Falam como alguém.
Mas, súbito, aragem
Que perdeu o som,
Cessou a passagem
Do que tirou calma
Aos ramos e à alma.
Só se ouve a folhagem
Num sussurro bom.
E, abrindo a janela,
Contemplo, a mal ver,
Ao luar uma estrela
Tão vaga, tão vaga,
Que quase se apaga
Quem sabe se ela
Vai também levada,
Qual tanta faltada,
Nessa cavalgada
Que passou sem ser?
