If in the moonlight there is hope

and in the hope there is fear

if I love at moonlight fearful of loving you

I feel the moonlight's hope.

(to read the original Portuguese version click on the figure)

Sun between morning and afternoon

ripe fruit in the space

alone

hot

remote

without trees

neither land

nor roots

you were God

emblem

symbol

death at the desert

liberty hidden by clouds

your beams are transparent strings

flowing off our perspired bodies.

by Armando TABORDA, in monthly magazine "Azimute", edited by the Portuguese Infantry School, 1969 May

(post 1st edition, 2010; 2nd edition, 2017; 3rd edition, 2020)