You have me here, kneeling
my hands listless,
the eyelids hung in silence.
The only thing that remains
within the sweet and vacant shadow
is an ancient and exacting problem.
And a shaft from the moon
breaks through my heart of glass.
Glória de Sant’Anna in Distância, 1951
Tradução, Luis Rafael – Stained Glass – Poetry from the Land of Mozambique, Roman Books, 2011 p.91