# 5528

Senti-te a correr
Nas terras frias
Descalça ias mas era
Sonho do fim.
Afinal o sorriso
Escondia esse inverno
E nesta primavera
Que agora connosco
Se deita, afinal tropeças
Em lágrimas.
Achando que era amor
Ainda não tinhas chegado.
Afinal tinhas dado o corpo
Para a recepção
E eu uma luz estranha
Com calor estreito
Sou leito dum futuro.
Talvez sejamos todos
Uma noite em hotel
De passagem.
Talvez sejamos leito
De acompanhamento.
Talvez sejamos
Epiderme de amor.

I felt you running
Across the cold lands
You walked barefoot, but it was
A dream of the end.
After all, the smile
Hid that winter
And in this spring
That now lies with us,
You stumble, after all,
Into tears.
Thinking it was love,
You hadn’t arrived yet.
After all, you had given your body
To the reception
And I, a strange light
With narrow warmth
Am the bed of a future.
Perhaps we are all
A night in a hotel
Just passing through.
Perhaps we are a bed
Of companionship.
Perhaps we are
The skin of love.

Texto | Text: Jorge VAz Dias
Fotografia | Photography: Martha Takahashi