the mushroom

poem by Hans Eberhard Schiller
translated and recreated by Ruth Salles

blackboard drawing of teacher Cecília Rinaldi

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What am I actually
it's a baby plant.
Of water until I like it
and a little heat.

But I avoid the light,
and in me are absent
the leaf or any flower.
I am only fruit and seed.

From the earth to my stem
I make you believe
and – ploft – my hat
I already have it in my head.

he is my umbrella
and protect me well.
And Mother Nature
take care of me too.

just like food
which it is cooked by.
It's light and supports me.
I'm very grateful.

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