THIRST

By Pedro Du Bois (Balneário Camboriú, SC)

(Marina Du Bois, English version)

(to Carmen Sílvia Presotto, in memoriam)

As we are the full cantel for the thirst

we have duties and rights in different

obligations from the others who are the

drought in the empty glass where they

do not placate ehtics wraths or declared vows

as ethics’ practice: infidels seek on the moons

external signs that revenge will become brief

and illusory at the time that only the dream

is seen above dunes in salt water

my boat will not be your boat

nor ours the impulse of oars

which will take us to opaque lands

between frosted mirrors

and the cantel will be in half

moment that we see ourselves

without understanding the reasons

beyond the orbits and rotations

out of jealousy we pour the liquid

on the faces that on the thirst

we have an empty cantel: on sands

we run aground the boat as we do

with untied hands in rhythms

and gestures of good-bye.