A mim não me basto

Herbívoros complacentes
se passeiam pelo pasto.
Para mim não me basto.

Carreiros de formigas
juntando provisões.
Sonho em forma de canções.

Penas de asas soltas
esvoaçam no azul céu.
Fuga deste coração meu.

Pétalas e pólen
levados pelo vento.
Não me chega o contentamento.

Crianças correndo
entre louras searas.
Minhas são mil caras.

Fresco riacho
escorrendo pelos seixos.
Um sorriso nos queixos.

O sol poente
que arrefece o dia.
Se pudesse, o que eu faria!

Seasons of me

Like the Winter sun
whose warmth is shy
I feel cold.
Like the Summer heat
so high
I feel bold.

Like the weather
around the year
I change.
Like a flower
blooming late
I grow.

Like Spring showers
on the land
I sometimes cry.
Like Autumn leaves
through the ground
I go round.

Like the weather
around the year
I change.
Like a flower
blooming late
I grow.

Lânguido Sonho

Arrasta-se

em

passo

rápido

um pensamento batimento

de coração

fica por aqui.

Janelas opacas de luz sol

de olhos que internos

teimam em fugir.

Em fogo lento

se estufam ideias

de frenético querer

de ânsia intermitente

de constantemente

inconsequente

lânguido sonho

almejar obter.

Satyr's folly

On the surface
of an undisturbed lake
something stirs…
Circling waves
expand away
like shooting stars.

You feel his presence
and hear his laughter
even before he’s ever seen.
He sings and dances
and jumps around, Mother Nature as his queen.

Light temper,
kind heart.
Elegant grace
as if walking was an art.

And then you see,
as you had expected,
a smiling face
and deep green eyes.

You hear his song
of joy and devotion
and you know
they are no lies.

On the Lake,
where the Lady rules,
all is as it is.
All around
the satyr runs
and his name is Azhis.

ilustração de/illustration by: André Pereira andrepereiradesign@gmail.com
Todos os direitos de imagem são reservados ao autor

Até breve

O fim de um olhar,
o fitar de um horizonte.
Este profundo sonhar,
profecias de boca de hierofante.
Quebra-se o espelho
do reflexo da medusa,
fita-me agora um velho,
é ele a saudade que me usa.
Jogo no chão as místicas runas
perguntando por ti e teu caminho...
Espalho minh'alma nas dunas,
buscando em vão o teu carinho.
O silêncio abate-se sobre a rua
e a noite escura sobre mim...
visto-me de tristeza nua
ultrapassando a barreira do fim.
O arcanjo viandante,
ceifeiro da seara das vidas,
não me afastará de ti.
O momento determinante,
em que se vão todas as dúvidas,
não será para nós o fim.
Como sombra protectora
estarás sempre comigo.
Que sejas recebido nos doces braços da Senhora,
meu mui amado amigo.

Até breve, Alex.

Love

There is sorrow in the black of your eyes, my love. But in the green that surrounds that black, I see tenderness. There is sadness in the whiteness of your skin, my sweet. But in its white silkiness I find warmth.
I can’t watch you leave again and yet, I know you’ll never leave. The simple thought of it, though, brings me agony. I can’t stay and watch you go; I can’t go and leave you here. Life will go on, whether or not I’m here or you’re here. But love will not, that is my grief, love will not go on if one of us is gone.
There is sorrow in the black of your eyes, my love. There is something I can’t explain, which grows deep inside you and slowly shows its face through your sweet dark eyes. There is sadness in the white of your skin, my sweet. There is a subtle emptiness to your touch that brings back memories of when you weren’t here.

Sorrow

I am now in the darkest night
looking for you
of whom there’s no sight…
life is through,
at least for you…
then why does it feel
like without you nothing’s real?
You bathed my soul in sweetest light
with your love, wisdom and care…
as sure as clouds are white,
I knew you’d always be there.
Loved one,
dearest departed,
you’ve taken my sun,
my life is now unguarded…
Father…
God knows I want you back!
In my heart lies a void
whirling, twisting, hurting
in oh so many shades of black.
Feel my sorrow,
but on it do not dwell…
I’ll miss you forever,
your tenderness was a spell.
Love eternal I send to you,
token of words unspoken
of what I couldn’t see through,
of all my sweet memories…
of you.