:08:05
In the sluggish,
lazy afternoons at the farm...
:08:09
I hid away in the woods...
:08:11
from my family's worried eyes.
:08:16
Soothing my feverish
feet into the ground,
:08:21
and cover myself up with leaves,
:08:24
I slept as quietly
as an ailing plant...
:08:30
wilted by the weight
of a red blossom...
:08:38
Were those stems
around me all fairies...
:08:42
patiently, watching
my adolescent slumber?
:08:50
Where those ancient urns...
:08:52
calling me out from the porch?
:08:57
André!
:09:01
André!
:09:03
And was the use of those calls,
:09:07
if faster messengers...
:09:11
rode the wind skillfully,
corrupting the atmosphere?
:09:20
When my slumber was ripe...
:09:23
I harvested it as a fruit,
voluptuously and religiously.
:09:33
I remembered my father's sermons.
:09:36
He said: "Our eyes are
the lanterns of our bodies.
:09:39
If our eyes are good,
our bodies shall carry the light.
:09:43
But if our eyes are blurred...
:09:45
it means that's a dark,
gloomy body."