[00:03.54]And it was at that age ... Poetry arrived
[00:06.57]in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
[00:10.08]it came from, from winter or a river.
[00:13.75]I don't know how or when,
[00:16.06]no they were not voices, they were not
[00:18.55]words, nor silence,
[00:21.07]but from a street I was summoned,
[00:23.27]from the branches of night,
[00:25.36]abruptly from the others,
[00:27.76]among violent fires
[00:29.69]or returning alone,
[00:31.08]there I was without a face
[00:33.25]and it touched me.
[00:35.92]I did not know what to say, my mouth
[00:37.61]had no way
[00:38.40]with names,
[00:39.80]my eyes were blind,
[00:41.93]and something started in my soul,
[00:45.50]fever or forgotten wings,
[00:48.43]and I made my own way,
[00:50.46]deciphering
[00:51.09]that fire,
[00:52.77]and I wrote the first faint line,
[00:54.99]faint, without substance, pure
[00:57.76]nonsense,
[00:58.84]pure wisdom
[00:59.99]of someone who knows nothing,
[01:02.41]and suddenly I saw
[01:03.82]the heavens
[01:04.60]unfastened
[01:05.81]and open,
[01:06.57]planets,
[01:07.88]palpitating plantations,
[01:10.26]shadow perforated,
[01:11.99]riddled
[01:12.83]with arrows, fire and flowers,
[01:15.68]the winding night, the universe.
[01:19.76]And I, infinitesimal being,
[01:22.29]drunk with the great starry
[01:23.94]void,
[01:25.06]likeness, image of
[01:26.57]mystery,
[01:28.17]felt myself a pure part
[01:29.83]of the abyss,
[01:31.85]I wheeled with the stars,
[01:34.95]my heart broke loose on the wind.