Monday, 13 July 2009

O último vagar das sombras [The last quiet of the shadows]

...quem dera...encaracolar sorrisos à beira da madrugada.
[I wish I could draw a curled smile on the edge of dawn.]

Friday, 10 July 2009

O Vagar das sombras IV [The quiet of the shadows IV]

...quem dera encerrar em cada adeus a certeza de um regresso escrito na luz
[I wish I could I could always leave knowing that light will always bring me back]

Thursday, 9 July 2009

O Vagar das sombras III [The quiet of the shadows III]


...quem dera ser assim impalpável, cruzar todos os caminhos sem ocupar espaço algum.
[...I wish I could be untouchable, crossing all the paths leaving no trace]

Tuesday, 7 July 2009

O vagar das sombras I I [The quiet of the shadows I I]

...quem dera ter esta leveza das sombras enroscadas no colo da luz.
(...I wish I had the lightness of a shadow embraced by the arms of light]

Saturday, 4 July 2009

O vagar das sombras I [The quiet of the shadows I]



...quem dera ter esta sabedoria das sombras e moldar-me, sem dor, de encontro a cada aresta.
[ I wish I had the wisdom of shadows, touching each edge without pain]

Tuesday, 30 June 2009

Monday, 29 June 2009

Ilhas d'agua [Water islands]

poisamas gotaspara saciarem a pele

Sunday, 28 June 2009

Friday, 26 June 2009

...a voz do vento...[...the wind's voice...]


...semeia desenhos segredados no caminho.

[...leaves whispered secrets on the path]

Monday, 22 June 2009

Saturday, 20 June 2009

Quebrou-se o dia [A broken day]



Um breve descuido
Talvez um quase nada
E tudo o que resta são as arestas cortantes em que rasgo os sentidos

[...sometimes all that's left are the cutting edges in which my senses are torn]

Monday, 8 June 2009

Ir... [Just go...]


...e no chão, as ausentes pegadas deixam um rasto de silêncio no caminho.
[...on the ground, just the silence of absent footprints]

Saturday, 6 June 2009

Borboletas [Butterflies]



As cores eram borboletas tontas a bater contra a vidraça
Atraídas pela luz da janela que teimo em guardar no bolso.


[Colours were dizzy butterflies flying against the window glass
Captivated by the light of the window which I obstinately keep in my pocket.