Pedras atiradas - Thrown stones

Foram tantas as pedras atiradas,

foram muitas, muitas pedras.

Pedras que caíram no meio do

caminho, pedras que choraram

sozinhas, pedras que me 

feriram, pedras que não sabiam 

o que faziam.

Foram muitas as pedras 

atiradas sobre mim enquanto 

eu caminhava a vida. 

Pedras que me bateram, 

pedras que me beijaram, e 

outras tantas que cuspiram na

pouca vaidade que eu tinha.

Me atiraram tantas pedras que 

muitas delas se recusaram a 

me ferir. 

Eram tantas as pedras atirada

que, mesmo não me atrevendo

a conta-las, sei que eram muitas

porque em quase todas 

tropecei.

Foram muitas as feridas abertas

em meu corpo. 

Eram tantas as dores que sorri 

dos dissabores das pedras que 

não sabiam mais onde me ferir.

São tantas as pedras atiradas

enquanto eu espero a morte,

que por alguns momentos,

penso haverem quebrado a luz

que emanada pelo sol quando o 

céu escurece no meio do meu

dia.

São muitas as pedras que ainda 

atiram em meu caminho, mas

agora as tomo em meus braços

e as afago, convenço-as a não

me ferirem.

Sim! 

São muitas, muitas as pedras

que ainda atiram em meu 

caminho.

O Observador- Bresília, Julho 25, de 2013

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Thrown stones

There were so many thrown stones,
It were many, so many stones.
Stones that fell in the middle of my

Way, stones which wept alone,

Stones that wounded me, stones

Which doesn´t know what to say
Me.
There were so many thrown stones

Over me while I was walking life.

Stones which hit me, stones that
Kissed me, and stones that spat
The little vanity that I had, and

Showed me where it wanted me

To stay.
There were many tossed stones!

It was so many stone that I didn't

Dared to count them but, I knew
It was a lot because I stumbled

In almost all of them.
There were many open wounds

In my body. It was so many pains

That I mocked of the

Unpleasantness which no longer

Knew how to hurt me.
It is so many thrown stones over

Me while I wait for the death, it

Is in such quantity that for a few

Moments, I think some one has

Broken the sun´s light when, in

The middle of my day, the sky

Get dark.
There are so many thrown stones

On my way that I take them I my

Arms, I cuddle them, I convince

Them do not hurt me.
Yes! There are many, so many

Thrown stones in my way.

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