Daniel Na Cova dos Leões [English translation]

That bitter taste from your body

Remained in my mouth for more than a while.

From bitter it turned salty then sweet

As soon as your strong and lagging scent

Made its house on my arms and still gentle

Strong, blind and tight, made it known

That it was yet quite and quite little.

I make ours my earnest secret

And I challenge the dissonant instinct.

I'm not hurt by insecurity when I make mistakes

And your moment becomes my instant.

And your fear of fearing to have fear

Does not turn my strength into turmoil

Your body is my mirror and in you I sail

And I know that your drift is adrift.

But sticking to oars while traveling on a motorboat

is a mistake as certain as

the damage done by the water drowning someone

while no lifeguard is there for none can be seen.