sexta-feira, 29 de julho de 2011

Ondas do Amor / Waves of Love

Na primeira onda,
imaginei que fosse acabar n'uma ambulância.
Na segunda onda,
pensei que fosse esfriar com a rotina.
Na terceira onda,
achei que fosse acabar com a distância.
Na quarta onda,
percebi que era aquela sensação que desatina.

No primeiro dia,
imaginei que fosse uma onda de loucura.
No primeiro mês,
pensei que fosse uma onda de calor.
Na primeira ausência,
achei que fosse uma onda de gastura.
No primeiro reencontro,
percebi, era uma onda de amor.


By the first wave,
I imagined I was going to end up in the ambulance.
By the second wave,
I thought it was going to chill with the routine.
By the third wave,
I guessed it was going to end with the distance.
By the forth wave,
I realized I was feeling like fifteen.

By the first day,
I imagined it was like a wave of drug addiction.
By the first month,
I thought it was a wave of heat from above.
By the first absence,
I guessed it was a wave of affliction.
By meeting her again,
I realized it was a wave of love.

(Danilo R. Leite)

3 comentários:

August Rush disse...
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August Rush disse...

It's my first time here, as ur first wave. Maybe cause it's ur first poem in english too. Anyhow it's really nice dude. Congrats!

August Rush disse...

Sorry, did it twice!

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