Pombas Brancas [English translation]

White doves

Flying high

Blotting out the shadows

Of the large clouds

There they go

Doves that do not return

They bring within

Of wings held

In beaks of pink

Clouds dissembled

On the sea

Doves of my singing

Barely a song

Various recollections

Welcoming of the paths

That nobody knows

Where to go

Doves that do not return