ponto: três peças.

I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun,
I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags.

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me again look for me under your bootsoles.

You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
And filter and fibre your blood.

Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,
Missing me one place search another,
I stop somewhere waiting for you.

(Leaves of Grass, 3th version, 1860)



You will find me if you want me in the garden
unless it's pouring down with rain

You will find me waiting for spring and summer
You will find me waiting for the fall
You will find me waiting for the apples to ripen
You will find me waiting for them to fall
You will find me by the banks of all four rivers
You will find me at the spring of consciousness

You will find me if you want me in the garden
unless it's pouring down with rain


(Einstürzende Neubauten, The Garden)




Em segredo, todos esperamos ser encontrados ao pôr-do-Sol;

Mas tão logo a presença se faz ausência
Partimos; sempre. Partimos sem saber para onde
Buscando amparo pela estrada
Caminhando, por sorte, para um próximo ponto de encontro.

Quanto a mim 
Não espero que me procurem
nem que saibam quem sou, 
e, caso me encontrem, 
não saberão dizer meu nome.