It happened - aconteceu - that song came along to remind me that breezes find reeds to set astir by the water where creatures are who do not ask questions the breeze in my mind of the breeze in reeds makes a chimerical ink character of me and the breeze and the reeds, one that I try with my wet brush to splash on papyrus I have happened to happen along, I will have happened to happen along, I will have listened and heard a trembling song of the reeds by this wetland where I am ask not what a chimera is made of ask what chimerical can make of you