Algúria (Ou Disúria?)
Guilherme de Sá
Alguria (Or Dysuria?)
Who will silence
In the apocryphal fear of being?
Facing a labyrinth
Or a leap into the abyss
Paralyzes the atrium of those who see
And that gaze, whoever it may be
Does not aim at what I am
In the alguria (or dysuria?)
I will rise
The less one exists
The more one withers
When everything is exempt
Nothing is dawned
Because a life without faith
Is just a naked dawn
Devoid of the certainty
Of believing beyond oneself
But who cares?
Who will silence
In the apocryphal fear of being?
Facing a labyrinth
Or a leap into the abyss
Paralyzes the atrium of those who see
And that gaze, whoever it may be
Does not aim at what I am
In the alguria (or dysuria?)
I will rise
To the sense of facing a sky
With stars bigger than me
Seeing them fall from the firmament
Suggests that gravity is a punishment
That was bestowed upon us in irony
To show how much closer
To dust one is
And from it revive, proclaiming
"To forget, no!"
"To hate, to surrender, no!"
In a final ode
Of stars without an Olympus
After all, after all
What good is a garden
If you don't have it?
And if you have it, don't share it with anyone?
Detach!
Float!
When we fade, we will laugh at Newton
Above the air
Because, between us
Hitting the ground
Is nothing
