By dowry I received you at birth
and I recognize your speech in my voice.
At your core, like the seed in the fruit
the verse in the poem, I exist.
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They brought sunsets and roads
Their thirst for the horizon called them.
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In this country the statues disdain heights
They trade in the plaza, ravage roads
They have pensive hands and clay on the soles of their feet.
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For Francisco da Silva, Gito
In memoriam
Today the words say nothing of shipwrecks.
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