Women

 

How many have I met in this revolving life

that frame with tender sweetness

all nature and our eyes?

Passionate expressions attract.

 

All happiness, pain as well,

as the tireless time continues

bringing the winter that takes what is uncertain,

freezing the sap and the falling leaves.

                       

I’m one of those that life brought graceless,

between walls of prisoner stones

without even the good memory that undo it:

Pain made beauty fleet.

 

Now, the petal gone with the wind

waits for its sun to be eternal.

 

São Paulo, December 16th, 2014.