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FROM A NOTEBOOK

Just as the foreteller could tell you,
Come and see the growing seeds - the true
Mysteries around, the waves that fade
In the ocean; this unending trade.

J. P. FEIO






WELTGEIST

(Homage to Karl Baedeker)


Qui pense à voyager
Doit soucis oublier,
Dès l'aube se lever,
Ne pas trop se charger,
D'un pas égal marcher
Et savoir écouter.

From an old Baedeker


Like an old Baedeker,
my love guides me
through the streets
and the dust
of these hidden cities
of the world.

And through
the words given
by good,
although temporary,
dictionaries,
my love guides me
towards
the voyage of my life.

Like an old Baedeker,
prescribing
rules of a sensible
nature and lines
to be a well-informed
tourist,
my love guides me
through the metropolises
of the terrestrial globe.

As an old Baedeker,
like an handsome tune,
my quest awaits for
another, yet selfish,
rule. At the zenith,
left in the rocks,
all my love is reborn.

And the absent shades,
on the high plateaus,
resume pain and hazard.

J.P.Feio