Em Quatro Luas [English translation]

To the window time runs

In the memory the forgetfulness

And the will to stay

in your distracted arms

Half-opened in the senses

Of your body to meditate

The desire I forgot

Sleeps now with you

In your dream to murmur

I watch the light of your skin

Two roses, wine and honey

Four moons over the sea

I’m going back in this trip

In search of courage

That reborn from seeing you

On the return of longing

I find happiness

That for you I will learn.