
“To all that is brief and fragile
superficial, unstable,
To all that lacks foundation
argument or principles,
To all that is light
fleeting, changing, finite
To smoke spirals
wand roses,
To sea foam
and mists of oblivion;
To all that is light in weight
for intinerants,
on this transient earth,
Somber, raving,
with transitory words
and vaporous bubbly wines
I toast
in breakable glasses.”
Maria Eugenia Baz Ferreira