not even the most crowded city

not even the most crowded city
not even the humming breeze
the whisper of the season he’s bound to
can spare him the wound in the last hunt
and weightless he descends
and he doesn’t even feel as he did at the start

in a noite e branco
CML/Departamento do Património Cultural
Divisão de Museus e Palácios, Lisboa, 2000, p.17
translation by Rui Pires Cabral