Poem - Wednesday, September 8, 2010

After the rain, the clean sky and the white clouds.
Which remind me two of my favorite poems. Those "pocket" poems, which have accompanied me for year and make part of my growth. Of course that I'm not sure if I can do a proper translation, but I'll try.

To be great, be whole: nothing
Yours exaggerate or exclude. Put everything you are
In the minimum you do.
This way on each lake the whole moon
Shines, because in the high it lives.

(Fernando Pessoa)

More than being the first one
Hero is the one who knows to give himself whole
Inside himself go beyond.

(Manuel Alegre)