Na Primeira Manhã
Alceu Valença
In the First Morning
On the first morning that I lost you
I woke up more tired than alone
Like a count speaking to the birds
Like a bumba-meu-boi without a captain
And I groaned like the groaning trees
Like the breeze coming down from the hills
Like someone losing their balance and going crazy
Like an ox in the middle of the crowd
On the second morning that I lost you
It was too late to be alone
I crossed streets, roads, and paths
Like a car driving in the wrong direction
From the corner of my mouth in a whisper
I made a crazy, absurd chant
The nighttime lament of the widowers
Like a cat moaning in the basement
Loneliness.
