Out of my deeper heart
Out of my deeper heart a bird rose and flew skywards. Higher and higher did it rise, yet larger and larger did it grow. At firts it was but like a swallow, then a lark, then an eagle, then as vast as a spring cloud, and then it filled the starry heavens. Out of my heart a bird flew skywards, and it waxed larger as it flew. Yet it left not my heart. (...) Kahlil Gibran Imagem: MB, Porto Alto, abril 2019