From The Fields Of Sleep

In the desert of insomnia, hands

Sadly wave goodbyes.

Hands in gloves and rings

Announce the end of your

Ephemeral matter.

From the fields of sleep 

The same starry hand calls me —

I have tried to reach you,

But my flesh doesn’t let me go.

While the body lasts,

I’m between loss and the dream of finding you

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Astrid Cabral / slightly altered by Lira

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Impurity

Our love is impure

As light and water

And everything that is born

And lives beyond time

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Mia Couto — Fragmento de Amor, Meu Amor
Translation: Lira

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This was originally posted in 2016. This poem is just beautiful.

Endless

Our love was endless while it lasted
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Vinícius de Moraes

Lira

I’m always reposting and retranslating this… I need to do the whole thing. I know this line isn’t enough, but it’s the most meaningful.

“Oh Lord, give me chastity… But not now”

The sunset faded away 

In the reminiscences of a twilight,

In the red braids 

Of the lady who rushed downstairs, desperate,

Running from a hotel room 

In the middle of the early hours 

Of a nice morning

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It was late May, time for flowers.

Right in front of the ocean, the beach

Outside was blue… When she left through

The beautiful glass door

With detailed allegories — 

The god of the damned!

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She breathed fresh air, 

Filling herself with the sky of May

And suddenly, while breathing in,

She realized an abyss — and jumping in

Without knowing where to go…

Life was beautiful outside

In an inexplicable way,

But she had faith in her naive confidence,

In the twilight of her red braid

And in the golden skin of an unmade sunset.

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ML & VP

Sometimes I ask V to write poems with me and we just let things flow without really paying much attention to what we’re saying, causing a beautiful disaster that no one gets in the end. Each one of us writes a couple lines, then waits for the other to complete whatever the first one tried to say, even if unaware of what the hell was happening in the beginning… This explanation doesn’t make sense, does it? Oh… Well…

And, yes, this was translated (very poorly) by me.

Your Eyes

Freedom, the word that burns across the white land

Of my dreams. But it is too late.

No matter how loud I scream,

This beautiful freedom teases and hides

Forever

In your horizon — the beast in the depths

Of your eyes

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Vinícius S. Pessoa

Translated (and slightly altered) by Lira

Cruel Truth

Eternity lasted for about eight days.

Everything built by love

Inconsistency can break

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Today, we love.

Tomorrow, we forget —

All kinds of joy and pain 

Are found and lost in a woman’s kiss

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Florbela Espanca

(Verdades Cruéis)

Translated and completely modified by Lira. 

Maybe this is actually my own version, not a translation.