Things To The Infinite Poem by Adilson Pinto

This is the supreme act: to create!
To create through the words semantic energies,
Vocabulary wonders, magic speeches…
As a conductor conducts his orchestra,
It is wonderful to conduct words!
They are (the words)to our disposition
And they give themselves to us without shame,
They even feel deep happiness to be chosen
Among so many others ones…
The creative act is an event, when
Visible and invisible join themselves and the poet
Works in the silence of his house,
Above all when the rain is present,
And he hears its sweet noise on the roof,
The noise of its falling drops on the ground…
Who is able to describe such a moment?
Where can he find more inspirational reasons
To say poetically, things to the infinite…