da terra, do fogo e do medo

do tempo infindo da fome, das socas de milho

do lapilli e sorrisos das pedras por maroiçar

do sangue das terras fizeram vinho

do magma silente medraram uvas

em terra de rola pipas e poços de maré

debouçam bocainas, traveses e jarões

com leiva de tempos idos musgo de mil chuvas

sem sueras nem albarcas

à mercê do rocio do mar

lampeiros, apatacados,

emigrantes mendigos

feitores sem terras para a filoxera dizimar

abri portas e corações

ressuscitei mitos e lendas

por entre preces e procissões

escrevi poemas e laudas

que levarei como prendas

e plantarei em camas macias

de penas e joias de heroicos atlantes

neste Pico de mil magias

assim acreditei que renascias

nesses sorrisos de pedras falantes

of earth, fire, and fear

of the endless time of hunger and corn roots

of tephra and stone smiles to pile up in pyramids

of earth’s blood they made wine

of silent magma grapes grew

in the land of rolling barrel ramps and tidal wells

they chisel passageways, partition walls and alleys

with the moss of bygone days and thousand rains

without sweaters or overalls

at the mercy of the sea’s dew

cheeky, affluent,

beggar emigrants

foremen with no land for phylloxera to decimate

Opened doors and hearts.

Revived myths and legends.

amid prayers and processions

I wrote poems and speeches

that I’ll bring as gifts

to sow on soft beds

of feathers and jewels of heroic Atlanteans

at this Pico Island and thousand spells

thus, I believed you were reborn

in these talking stone smiles