Lobos e índios

"Durante a noite tive um sonho estranho. Índios vestidos a rigor, munidos de máquinas de filmar, troavam cuidadosamente tambores em uníssono e cantavam de uma forma que nunca imaginei. Soou-me a uivos de lobos. Chamavam-lhe o presente do vento que, misturado com o troar ritmado e violento do tambor, festeja a vida."

George Cassiel (http://georgecassiel.blogspot.com/2004/05/lobos-e-ndios.html)



During the night I had a strange dream. Indians dressed in effect, fitted with machines shooting, carefully played drums and sang in unison in a way you never imagined. Sounded to me the songs of wolves. They called him that this wind, mixed with the rhythmic tapping of the drum and violent, celebrating life.