Victor Burgin, Hoje é o amanhã que te prometeram Ontem, 1976
Sobre uma rua feia, numa cidade que se adivinha feia, um poema fala do paraíso. O poema, choca com o enfado, com o fim da esperança e dos sonhos que vêm com a vida monótona em qualquer uma, todas?, das cidades que ali estão representadas.
"The early Morning Mist
dissolves. And the sun shines
on the Pacific. You stand like
Balboa the conquistadore.
On the cliff top. Among the last of
the Montert Cypress trees.
The Old Whaler's hut is abandoned now.
But whales still swim through the wild waves.
Sea otters float on the calmer waters.
cracking abalone shells on their chests.
Humming birds take nectar from the red hibiscus.
Pelicans splash lazily in the surf.
Wander down a winding path. Onto gentle sands.
Ocean crystal clear. Sea anemones. Turquoise waters.
Total immersion. Ecstasy.
Today is the tomorrow you were promised Yesterday."
