"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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