Devaneio anônimo VI

A passagem,

mundos distantes,

verdadeiro espelho,

realidade ou miragem?

A paisagem,

escadas infinitas,

pernas compridas

dos sonhos, a imagem.

Repent

I regret loving you too much

as much as I can regret

not loving you enough.

I wish I was stronger

enough to not hold on to you.

I wish I had held you

firmly (but gently)

enough for you to stay.

And I'm sorry for running away.

I'm sorry for not running to you.

So many things I did wrong.

So much you didn't do it right.

The things I said did matter,

but the ones I didn't say

could have made

all the difference.

I feel ashamed.

I feel guilty.

I feel lonely.

And most certainly:

I feel for you.

Thus I repent.

Terror II

Fumaça,

estopim,

ameaça,

é o fim.

Balas

ácidas,

falas

tácitas,

e a razão

vencida.

Surdos

a bufar,

curdos

a rufar;

infantes

imprudentes.

Os muros do castelo

são de areia, cedem.

Terror I

Cala-te e some,
apavora-te ante o peso
da farda,
do costume,
das convenções.

Abaixa essa cabeça,
mira apenas o chão sujo
de migalhas de sonhos alheios
devorados
pela impiedade
do imediato.

Dança ao bolero
das sirenes.

Porcelain skin

When you stare

steadily at my mask,

what do you really see?

The ornaments there,

standing at their task;

The surface aware,

never hesitating to ask;

Or the hollow rear,

guarding like a flask

the frail blood within me?