Lake by Carlos Drummond de Andrade — Read

I never saw the sea.

I don't know if it's pretty, I don't know if it's rough.

The sea doesn't matter to me.

I saw the lake.

Yes, the lake.

The lake is large and also calm.

The rain of colors from the exploding afternoon makes the lake shimmer makes it a lake painted by every color.

I never saw the sea.

I saw the lake.

POEM. IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD

In the middle of the road there was a stone there was a stone in the middle of the road there was a stone in the middle of the road there was a stone.

I will never forget that eventin the life of my exhausted retinas.

I will never forget that in the middle of the road there was a stone there was a stone in the middle of the road in the middle of the road there was a stone.