– Amor, what do you carry in your little carved box?
– I carry tears locked in a transparent bottle,
the wings of butterflies, ground to powder
and wrapped in a lipstick-smeared handkerchief.
I also carry a lock of hair that will never turn grey,
a letter written too hastily and then always regretted,
a cheap medallion with a smile imprisoned inside
and a few golden coins that should never have been accepted.
– Where are you taking these things? Tell me, Amor!
– I am taking them to a rapid river, to throw in
everything except the little bottle with tears.
– Why? – Because even one tear will poison
the entire river and the sea into which the river flows,
and the ocean embracing the sea, and the sky touching the ocean.
Homage to Camoens 15
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