Poem from the great Brazilian poet Mário Quintana, illustrated by me and my wife, Dione Morandini.
 
Below, our english version for the poem:
 
"The Poems
The poems are birds that arrives
coming from no one knows where and land
in the book you're reading.
When you close the book, they take flight
as from a trapdoor
They have no landing
or port
they feed for a moment in every pair of hands
and depart. And you look, then, those empty hands of yours
in the marveling amazement of knowing
that their food was already in you..."