Separations

Vera Pessoa

 

 

Far from you I will spend the days, months and years while I wander.

Neat and beautiful April, July and August were joyfully dressed.

Entirely, the smells, the colors and the things infused your young souls!

 

Even the night, which is so long, discreet and dark, pranced and laughed.

Now, the flowers no longer touch me with their affectionate smells.

Not even the waters with their colors and drops of icy crystals.

 

None of your wonder materials I dreamed to hide.

And with pain I opened my hands, letting you go through the way that one day I will get to know.

The songs no longer induce me to narrate a long or short tale of illusion.

 

Not even the splendor of the book, its spells or the air can still seduce me.

The ruddiness of the flowers and the green-blue sea waves do not sensitize me.

Everything and everyone were the likeness of your eyes, of your shadow!

 

 

São Paulo, June 27th, 2016.