Translucent Trigons caper in the night
Not a Caracole, nor Chaconne, nor Curvet
Lethean existence, whirling, mind to fly
Endlessly fluttering over us, never set
No noite os Trigones translucidos cabriolam
Nao um Caracol, Nem uma Chacona, nem uma Curveta
Deslembrado a existencia no voo turbilhonam
Esvoacando sempre acima de nos, nunca assentam
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