Daniel Na Cova dos Leões [English translation]

That bitter taste of your body

Stayed in my mouth for a little longer

From bitter, then salty turned into sweet

As your strong and slow scent

Settled down in my arms, and still light,

Strong, blind and tense, apprised

That it was yet too much, and too much little.

I make ours the most sincere secret of mine

And I dare the dissonant instinct.

The insecurity doesn't attack me when I make mistakes

And your moment becomes my instant.

And your fear of fearing to fear

Doesn't turn my strength into confusion.

Your body is my mirror and in you I navigate

And I know that your flow has no course.

But, as right as the mistake of being a

Motorboat and insisting on using the oars,

Is the evil the water does when one drowns

And the lifeguard is not there because we can't see.