I have a long history from east to west,
to some I'm the worst and others the best.
With a core made of resin I dance and I flutter,
no one judges me when I speak with a stutter.
I may be an object ...
One day, a small jet was flying over the concretist poem "Velocidade" (Speed), by the Brazilian poet Ronaldo Azeredo.
In order to cover every vowel present in this poem, it goes in straight line from ...
Your future and past in the blink of an eye
I'm night and I'm day, I'm land and I'm sky
The sun or the moon, neither or each
I'm easy to find yet harder to reach
I smother you softly from ever afar
Between you and your feelings, Or perhaps you and your grudges,
I lie upon large puddles, and ward off constant nudges,
In my depths many appear, look out across the moors,
While from atop a shadow ...