Só celebrando quatro anos da incrível aventura que foi transferir minha obra poética para a língua inglesa... Já que quem tentou tem claro que tradução de poesia supostamente não existe [?]
I am only celebrating four years of the amazing adventure of transferring my poetry from Portuguese to the English language ...Since anyone who has tried is clear that "poetry translation" supposedly doesn´t exist [?]

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