Your Eyes

Freedom, the word that burns across the white land

Of my dreams. But it is too late.

No matter how loud I scream,

This beautiful freedom teases and hides

Forever

In your horizon — the beast in the depths

Of your eyes

.

Vinícius S. Pessoa

Translated (and slightly altered) by Lira

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