and here I begin I spin here the beguine I
respin and begin to release and realize life begins
not arrives at the end of a trip which is why I begin to respin
to write-in thousand pages write thousandone pages to end write begin write beginend with writing and so I begin to respin to retrace to rewrite write on writing the future of writings
the tracing the slaving a thousandone nights in a thousandone pages
or a page in one night the same night the same pages same semblance
resemblance reassemblance where the end is begin
Haroldo de Campos

translated by Suzanne Jill Levine