tRANSLATION - O PROCESSO CRIATIVO ( O VAI E VEM DA INSPIRAÇÃO OU UMA FOLHA EM BRANCO )- As três primeiras estrofes
While i look to the huge of the sea!
I silence all the disencounters
That focussed in vain days, with sadness!
While i hear the sound of his voice,
by the fear and splendor roar.
Hah the sea, who seduces me divine.
Like the warm of the revelation of the sun!
Insinuate rituals in flame with the moon.
That ligh in a hot spell!
And break several lost secrets.
I don`t know about creation that doesn`t move
In operations with constant change!
The creative process reclaim his motif, his wandering...
That make in his constant inconstancy
Make up and vanish in a way to invent again!