Como Esperando Abril
Silvio Rodrigues
Like Waiting for April
Farther
beyond my window,
the morning clouds
are
a flower
that has been born to a train.
A clock
transforms into a crab
and an old man's cape
goes
with a termite storm.
Farther
beyond my window
cotton balls played
at being a garden
awaiting April.
Then my eyes enter
dripping that infinite light,
and that's when I need
a dog, a cane, a hand, a faith.
And you pass by touching
the cold with gentle silence
and, blind, I sentence you
to name everything I don't know now.
Farther
beyond my window,
the morning clouds
are
a flower
that has been born to a train.
A clock
transforms into a crab
and an old man's cape
goes
with a termite storm.
Farther
beyond my window
cotton balls played
at being a garden
awaiting April.
Farther
beyond my window
my hope played
at a flower,
a garden,
like waiting for April
