Eu nunca podia ter sonhado que existiam tantos acontecimentos
no mundo entre as capas dos livros,
tais tempestades de areia e rajadas geladas de palavras,
tal impressionante paz, tais enormes risadas,
tais e tantas luzes brilhantes e ofuscantes,
espirrando em todas as páginas
em um milhão de pedaços e partes
todas as quais eram palavras, palavras, palavras,
e cada uma das quais estava viva para sempre
em seu próprio deleite e glória e estranheza e luz.
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I could never have dreamt that there were such goings-on
in the world between the covers of books,
such sandstorms and ice blasts of words,
such staggering peace, such enormous laughter,
such and so many blinding bright lights,
splashing all over the pages
in a million bits and pieces
all of which were words, words, words,
and each of which were alive forever
in its own delight and glory and oddity and light.
Dylan Thomas
