During A Suite By Gaspard Cassadó

Transfixed —-by the bow

only simply above: sighs of wood

& horsehair breath of the cello,
—-your azure perceptions- ///…

(does it perceive also?)

as if pierced by saudades!

This night far from your pain tangled
—–with frog song

(such distanceto the next town)

& your suffering —-cannot be measured—
não- a luar

in this universal background—