No teu poema [English translation]

In your poem

There is a blank verse and without measure

A body that breaths, an open sky

A window leaning towards life

Your poem

Exists and hurts quietly there in the depths

A courages step into a dark house

A veranda opened to the world

Exists a night

A smile and a remade voice in the daylight

The feast of the Lady of Agony and the fatigue

Of a body falling asleep in a cold bed

Exists a river

The fate of those born weak or strong

The risk the rage and the fight

Of one who falls or that resists

That defeats or falls asleep before death

In your poem

Exists the drill and the echo of shrapnel

A pain I know by heart but will not recite

And the restless dreams of those who fail

In your poem

Exists one Alentejano chant

A street and the shout of a fishwife

A boat with an all-out blown cloth

Exists a river

Singing with voices together, sure voices

A one letter song embarking in only one destiny

At the pier the new ship of discoveries

Exists a river

The fate of those born weak or strong

The risk the rage the fight

Of one who falls or that resists

That defeats or falls asleep

Before death

In your poem

Exists the burning hope behind the wall

Exists all and much more that eludes me

It is a blank verse awaiting

The future