Do not ask me,
because I know nothing
from life,
not love,
not God,
not death. I
live,
I love,
I believe without believing,
and die, in advance
Resurrecting.
The rest are words
Which decorated
both from the hearing.
And the word
it is the pride of embarrassed silence.
in a time of pointers, scheduled,
with nothing to ask, Have
you no time, what you see
happen.
And in my muteness
Learn to guess
what me thou canst not understand.
Miguel Torga, "Diary" ( VXI, confidential).
sendo traduzido, aguarde..
