A máquina do mundo (ou as histórias dentro da vida, para N.M., se vier de visita. E se não vier, também) I don't know if history repeats itself But I do know that you don't. I remember that city was divided Not only between Jews and Arabs, But between me and you, When we were there together. We made ourselves a womb of dangers We built ourselves a house of deadening wars Like men of far north Who build themselves a safe warm house of deadening ice. The city has been reunited But we haven't been there together. By now I know That History doesn't repeat itself, As I always knew that you wouldn't. Yehuda Amichai --------