The mystery of the hummingbird

 

Yes, for several days, all long, and through the nights,

Ohmy love, with my soul aching I’m back waiting for you.

I always looked vainly around me, but I saw only the world

Rotating, spinning and spinning aimlessly, without purpose and without seeing anyone.

 

It spun mercilessly, hurting, not having your physical presence.

It always spins presenting the endless, miserable greed.

It spins pointing us to the ceaseless, growing and fatal aggression.

It spins without bringing us for our own option so awaited union.

 

Oh world, why only when one is sad, dejected and about to depart,

You have brought him back to me? He came infinite in that smallness.

Meager body throbbing and covered with his shining colors,

Deeplyand quietly he slept on the shell of my hands.

 

I looked thrilled at the bottom of his eyes and smoothed his body.

I sometimes kissed him softly. Much I cried without seeing the time.

I asked him to stay and protect me, but I left himdepart sadly.

I remain desolate, but lucidly I feel him around.

 

Which readings can I do to his noble and unexpected return?

When and how will our expected day return to contemplate us?

Unanswered questions, but our desires may have them some day.

So far I so lonely enjoyed my memories, I want to depart!

 

São Paulo, December 1998.