Entangled dreams

Conquanto fora a tarde ainda infinda
e nem vestira a noite a roupa sombria
um anjo da treva em silêncio se via
e suas plumas eram trapos. Ainda

que a tarde fluísse erma e vadia
e comigo apenas o tempo caminhasse
gotejando em cada passo que eu andasse
dissolvendo cada coisa que eu vivia

aquele anjo impedia que eu parasse.
Repentino, e sua voz me dava medo,
era eu, falou o anjo, um mero enredo:
me sonhava e eu morreria se o acordasse.

O que eu via era um sonho atado ao seu,
a mulher que me amava, e era amada,
era coisa em sua mente inventada,
tudo sonho, que ademais nem era meu.

Encarei solenemente aquela face
que eu sonhava e que afirmava me sonhar;
pra vencê-la me bastava despertar
demonstrando cabalmente quem sonhasse.

Acordei e foi-se o anjo andrajado
que dizia que seu sonho era eu,
que eu sonhava mas meu sonho era seu,
que meu sonho por ele era sonhado.

Foi-se a tarde, mas a noite não nasceu.
Num orbe velado, ausente do espaço,
extinto o tempo - cessado o seu passo -
revi o anjo esconso, só ele, e era eu.

Anônimo(mural x de uma sala y do ICEX-UFMG)

Poema alternativo 1: A Garota das Laranjas

What’s in a Name

My life was simple, and I wanted something more
Then I caught her emerald eyes from across the dance floor.

Was she just another girl, or could I believe the hype
Cause she was tall, tan, and beautiful, just my type

She represented all the things, that never could be mine
But I would have her love, if she just gave me the time

I asked her what’s your name, and she flashed a smile
She said not yet, you’ll have to wait a little while

I led her to the floor, and we began to dance
I was lost in her eyes, like Shakespearian romance

I held her in my arms, it was heavenly bliss
And we began our affair with our very first kiss

She looked into my eyes down into my soul
She was everything I needed, a heavenly angel

We walked outside, hand in hand
It was walking on water, over pearl colored sand

We walked by a garden, and I picked her a flower
Such a perfect gift in this magic midnight hour

It was ever so perfect that the angels sung aloud
The heavens parted ways as the moon shown through the clouds

Under the stars, we became best friends
And there was no way, I wanted this night to end

We talked all night and my heart was at ease
Then it got a little chilly, from a cool fall breeze

We went to my house, it was a dream come true
And I fell a sleep to her I love you

I knew everything about her except for her name
Could this really be love or was I going insane

I awoke the next day with the sun on my face
I looked all around, but finding no trace

I closed my eyes tight, it just wasn’t fair
Was it all just a dream or was this a nightmare

I opened them again just hoping to see
Her beautiful green eyes looking back at me

There was no one there, so I reached for the remote
And I felt a piece of paper; she’d left me a note

“I had to leave early, I hope that wasn’t mean
But I’ve left you my number, and my name is Christine”

Matthew