Livros

You stumbled upon the stars clumsily
We hardly had books at home
And the city had no bookstore
But the books that entered our lives
Are like the radiation of a black body
Pointing to the expansion of the Universe
Because the phrase, the concept, the plot, the verse
(And, undoubtedly, especially the verse)
Is what can launch worlds into the world.

You stumbled upon the stars clumsily
Without knowing that the fortune and misfortune
Of this road that goes from nothing to nothing
Are books and moonlight against culture.

Books are transcendent objects
But we can love them with tactile love
That we give to cigarette packs
Tame them, cultivate them in aquariums,
On shelves, cages, in bonfires
Or throw them out of windows
(Maybe this will save us from throwing ourselves)
Or - what is much worse - by hating them
We can simply write one:

Fill many pages with vain words
And more confusion on the shelves.
You stumbled upon the stars clumsily
But to me, you were the star among the stars.