Wet pebbles

It's the silence passing by our nostrils without being felt
that makes the mountains grow.

I hope to touch it slowly
when the wind dry the pebbles' skin.

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É o silêncio que faz crescer os montes
que passa sem o sentirmos pelas narinas.

Espero tocá-lo devagar
quando o vento secar a pele dos seixos.

by João TINOCO (b. 1967), in "TEMPO REDONDO", Edição Ulmeiro, 1999

(English translated by Armando TABORDA, 2018)

(photo taken from Internet; edited by Armando TABORDA)