Pensei que era no horizonte.
Julguei ser sombra nas vestes do tempo
ou a luz que destapa os cumes.
Julguei ser. Mas sabia-me exíguo.
Sucumbo à plenitude das tuas curvas
na ténue esperança
de me perder!
Thought I was on the horizon.
Thought I was a shadow in the vestments of time.
Or the light that discloses the summits.
Thought I was. But, I knew me exiguous.
I succumb to your’s curves fullness
in the faint hope
of losing myself in you!