O mundo selvagem de Allen Ginsberg

I speak of love that comes to mind: 
The moon is faithful, although blind; 
She moves in thought she cannot speak. 
Perfect care has made her bleak. 

I never dreamed the sea so deep, 
The earth so dark; so long my sleep, 
I have become another child. 
I wake to see the world go wild. 

(Allen Ginsberg. An Eastern Ballad)