STILL LOST AFTER THE STORM*

 

Yes, my dear friend,

it has been very hard

to stay away from you; and for so long!

I almost don't know anymore

how is your true face and life like.

Neither do I know how much you love me;

if you truly still do.

Yes, my dear friend,

it has been very hard

to turn away from you; look at the nearest

mirror, hanging from a nail at a pale wall

of my living room of sorrows.

Yet and again, dreaming of quiet, happy old days

we spent so close that someone,

or almost everyone, would bet we're one.

Yes, my dear friend,

it has been very hard

to get to sleep, even on a pillow of clouds,

without listening to your voice;

begging for some more time:

just to be aside - on such an awesome silence!

Yet and again, I keep trying to follow

your footsteps while drowning

in the dust; shadows of my mind at dusk.

Yes my dear friend,

it has been very hard

to leave the trails I chose to myself,

at the moment I believed I would find you

after the storm: thought rain and the snow gone,

would allow our meeting - as the sun vanishes!

Yet and again, at the Endless Summer,

on the far horizon over the Atlantic Ocean,

no more rimes on my lips - nor a dime in my pocket.

*Jairo De Britto, in "English Poems"

 São Paulo, Capital - Brasil (17/Junho/2003)

[Painting  by  Christian Schloe]