personagem que o tempo não apaga,
roupa que não rasga,
sono que, o sono, não dorme.
O teu nome é tristeza,
ferida que gosta de doer,
dor que não permite esquecer, que
dói forte do amanhecer ao anoitecer.
Conheço-te por lágrimas,
pesadelo que vivo ainda que não
queira viver, sou só lágrima quando
longe de você.
O seu nome é desilusão, verdade
que machuca, sabor amargo da
decepção, o “não” gritando na face
da expectativa da aceitação.
O seu nome é saudade, mulher
sem vaidade, criatura que
desconhece o verão, que faz muito
frio e machuca o meu coração.
O Observador - Chuy, fevereiro de 2015
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Your name
Longing is your name,
character that time does not erase,
clothes that don't tear,
sleep that, the sleep, does not sleep.
Your name is sadness,
wound that likes to hurt,
pain that doesn't allow forgetting, that
it hurts strongly from dawn to dusk.
I know you by tears,
nightmare that I live even though I don't
want to live, I am just a tear when
far from you.
Its name is disillusion, truth
that hurts, the bitter taste of
disappointment, the "no" screaming in the face
of the expectation of acceptance.
Her name is longing, woman
without vanity, creature who
does not know summer, which makes it very
cold and hurts my heart.
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character that time does not erase,
clothes that don't tear,
sleep that, the sleep, does not sleep.
Your name is sadness,
wound that likes to hurt,
pain that doesn't allow forgetting, that
it hurts strongly from dawn to dusk.
I know you by tears,
nightmare that I live even though I don't
want to live, I am just a tear when
far from you.
Its name is disillusion, truth
that hurts, the bitter taste of
disappointment, the "no" screaming in the face
of the expectation of acceptance.
Her name is longing, woman
without vanity, creature who
does not know summer, which makes it very
cold and hurts my heart.
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