During that april afternoon
the wind blowing on their faces
the sky bright with the moon
Brighter when the sun replaces.
Walking lonely around
Looking leaves on the ground
I thought, at the end of day
- does any of them pretend to stay?
By Thiago Alves (Juiz de Fora, Brazil)
Translated: Vinícius Werneck (me)
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Shipwreck
Posted in English, Poem, tagged English, love, Poem, vinicius werneck on August 4, 2008 | 2 Comments »
I love you like a person, who lost the own ship, like the ocean itself, I love you like a child, like a ruined village. I love you like a comet does, like the inermost smile. I love you like a bird, flying into a strange garden, like the wind blowing nowhere, like a word [...]
Distance
Posted in English, Poem, tagged Poem, vinicius werneck on August 4, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Oh, these foggy mornings
Invisible roofs of Jackson,
Yellowstone, red heart,
blue feelings: miserable art.
Love in a so old saxon way,
that this same feeling may
be part of well shot dart.
Vinicius Werneck
