I love the stones, the stars and the moonlight. I love the still, dark waters, and the ivy that divines the voice of the wall. I love all dreams that are silent, the slight pull of hearts that feel and do not speak, all that is infinite and tiny! Ears that guard us all! They reach around us, like the wings of an angel, muffling the sound of nature, the immense eternal sob, the voice of what befalls. Florbela Espanca (1894-1930) Translation by Prontbard (2022)
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