... até porque o texto que se segue é tão lamechas, tão lamechas que não terei coragem de voltar a postar algo semelhante!
(Jaipur, 17 de Agosto)
Oh India, India,
Where are you standing now?
Not before my eyes anymore.
When will I let you go
Free again from my sand clock?
Will you miss me
As I miss your morning smile,
Your nightly sweet tenderness?
Will your colours bright again
Now that the sun has vanished from the sky?
