Poética I e Poética II

Poetic I

In the morning I darken
During the day I delay
In the afternoon I turn into night
At night I burn.

To the west is death
Against whom I live
Captive to the south
The east is my north.

Others who count
Step by step:
I die yesterday

I am born tomorrow
I walk where there is space:
- My time is whenever.

Poetic II

With the tears of time
And the lime of my day
I made the cement
Of my poetry.

And in the perspective
Of future life
I raised in living flesh
Its architecture.

I'm not sure if it's a house
If it's a tower or if it's a temple:
(A temple without God.)

But it's big and clear
It belongs to its time
- Enter, my brothers!