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Pensei sentir tuas mãos coladas às minhas,

Como se, de um dia para o outro, voltássemos à vida;

Como se, de novo, apenas alguns segundos me separassem

Da tua voz, da tua saudade,

Da nossa amizade,

Da tua alma presente – e da tua mente viva;

Não, não me habituei:

Ainda perco o equilíbrio sempre que nos escuto

Que me olho no espelho e te vejo lá, robusto,

Vivendo em mim, em minha saudade,

Em meus olhos ausentes –

Doentes, disfarçados pela rotina;

Devias estar aqui,

E se não estás

É porque, lá no fundo,

Sei – sabemos – que foste embora

De uma vez,

Só uma vez, e, infelizmente,

De verdade.

Love design

The delight of body sounds
And lads and lovers´ yawning talk
And cheesy lights of silent lanes
And lovely barks of young hounds
And thundering rain clouds:

They bring me to ecstasy
I´m close as ever to be
Surrounded by these city lovers,
Their feel and their touch
and their deep-inside reality:

Somehow, and sometimes
I feel as if love design
Could be touched by my fingers
And brought to my walls and ceiling
(Real-time),

As if someone could share
Through walls of concrete
The despair men are breeding
When soulless and incomplete;

As long as i am young and still breathing
I am done of believing
Someone dares.

The fear of seeing unseen ghosts
Wander around the space you´re leaving
That made me feel like i had gained
A whole city to fear,
Thousands of stories to hear
From those who are still living,
Still leaving their others
And complaining,
Though, breathing;

The shapes of these corners, they´re hurting
Somehow it´s clear that there were others
So many young and heartful city lovers
Betrayed by their own routine and, foremost,
By the touch of life´s insanity:

Somehow, and sometimes
I feel as if love design
Could be touched by my fingers
And brought to my walls and ceiling
(Real-time),

As if someone could share
Through walls of concrete
The despair men are breeding
When soulless and incomplete;

As long as i am young and still breathing
I am comfortable in believing
No one cares.