O caule da minha vida foi cortado,
Mas rápida e amorosamente
Fui erguida,
Ouvi o fluir da torneira
E fui posta na água,
No vaso azul, belo
Em bordas e curvas,
E eis-me aqui,
Desabrochando uma pétala
À medida que o chá esfria.
Espero enquanto o sol se move
E as abelhas findam sua dança,
Sei que estou morrendo,
Mas por que não seguir florescendo
Enquanto eu puder
Do meu caule cortado?
Trad.: Nelson Santander
My life’s stem was cut
My life’s stem was cut,
But quickly, lovingly
I was lifted up,
I heard the rush of the tap
And I was set in water
In the blue vase, beautiful
In lip and curve,
And here I am
Opening one petal
As the tea cools.
I wait while the sun moves
And the bees finish their dancing,
I know I am dying
But why not keep flowering
As long as I can
From my cut stem?
singularidade - poesia e etc. 