"Still Life with Fruit"
The morning blood of raspberries
chooses the whiteness of linen to love.
Morning filled with sparklings and sweetness
settles its purest face upon the apples.
In the orange, the sun and moon
are sleeping hand in hand.
Each grape knows by heart
the names of all of summer’s days.
In pomegranates, this I love—
the stillness in the center of the flame.
"Natureza-Morta com Frutos"
O sangue matinal das framboesas
escolhe a brancura do linho para amar.
A manha cheia de brilhos e docura
debrunca o rosto puro na maca.
Na laranja o sole a lua
dormem de maos dadas.
Cada bago de uva sabe de cor
o nome dos dias todos do verao.
Nas romas eu amo
o repouso no coracao do lume.
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