footsteps

She walks unhurried and uninterested.

Urgency would not be suitable,

the destination is undetermined.

Interest is yet to be sparked,

the surroundings seem sterile.

The sound of new footsteps 

immediately rearranges her mind,

it starts to wander in anticipation. 

She has been longing for feelings 

experienced in her first encounters,

as when she was an unworried child 

who, upon hearing her mother's footsteps,

would run excitedly to meet her. 

As the foreign footsteps near hers,

she fears the collapse of a fantasy, 

but her body does not surrender, 

conditioned, it acts without cease. 

The contact is arranged, 

first, steps with steps,

and it hastily proceeds. 

Her eyes meet his, 

the fantasy flourishes,

their fragments coalesce, 

the two become one. 

When the sun rises and all is clear, 

her heart's crevices reappear.

Fully awake, she returns to her path

and to the sound of her own footsteps.   

A body heavier than theirs

A body heavier than theirs,
a water heater discarded on the side walk
had become indispensable to them
and should be pushed into their truck,
as they glimpsed life in the defunct machine.

Maybe they could still reanimate it,
or perhaps they could dismantle it
to change the fate of other machines.

The future was uncertain, yet firm
enough to invigorate their muscles
and challenge learned weaknesses.

After each effort undertaken by one,
a reciprocal effort made by the other.

At no time, words were spoken,
for their eyes sufficed in the battle.
Whenever hers were about to forfeit,
his made her regain strength and hope.
Whenever his would search for the ground,
hers encouraged him to look up and proceed.

When their struggle came to an end,
and the object was finally secured,
again, no use of words was seen
for their eyes had voiced them all.

Don't forget to close the door

Don't forget to close the door.
I'll close the windows myself.

Nothing should enter the room
for much of it has been invaded.

There are memories to be erased,
there is distance to be regained.

There is dirt to be washed out,
there is stuffiness to be aired,
there is tightness to be released.

All within should resume its nature,
the state that grants foreignness space,
because only what is yours can you donate.

tempo

Suspender este tempo como ele é medido,
despertando-se para o verdadeiro tempo.

O tempo sem relógio ou calendário.

O tempo que é apenas um só período
entre dois marcos: o começo e o fim.

O tempo sem horas, tempo sem demoras.

O tempo que não espera, nem desespera.

O tempo que só conta no fim de tudo,
 e essa conta só pode ser tarefa alheia.
Na nossa conta, só há um tempo: a vida.

hoje não há medo

hoje não há medo.
a chuva e o vento
que fustigam a janela
são apenas natureza.

a luz que se apaga
faz descer o escuro,
mas nada muda,
só a cor que vejo.

debaixo da cama,
atrás da porta,
e dentro dos armários,
não há senão objetos,
inanimados de dia,
inanimados de noite.

o frio que sinto
é apenas frio,
que se extingue
com um agasalho.

hoje tudo é simples,
esta razão é senhora,
o tempo é agora,
o lugar é só este.