"amigo extrangeiro" | my first Brazilian Portuguese poem

Vento varrendo, noite caindo

De uma corda rompida, pingam gotas numa guitarra do mar

Eu me ergui - leve - palavras de um amigo digital estrangeiro

Um novo código an fresca manhã de outono

English Translation

Wind sweeping, night falling

from a broken string stinging drops on a sea guitar

I rose - unweighted - by words from a foreign digital friend

A new code in brisk autumn morning

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