image by jstar@flickr; poem by renato flief
Ela flutua sobre as cores
Não a importa o duo do contraste
Horizonte monocromático
Suas asas sobre qualquer transparência
As cores se misturam desde
O primeiro encontro
A voz suave e seu chamado
Aromático e de insistência
Descrita em linhas
Posso as ler?
As linhas da tua mão
Completam as minhas cores
Nem tudo é mono
Tudo está no branco dos olhos
A paisagem se concentra
Apenas, um pouco mais no centro
First (Monochromatic) Act in the Landscape of Your Eyes
(with apologies to the poet for this poor excuse for a translation)
She floats on colors
It doesn't matter the contrasting duet
The monochromatic horizon
Her wings on any transparency
Their colors have blended since
Their first encounter
A soft voice and its
Aromatic insistent call
Described in lines
Can I read them?
The lines of your hand
Complete my colors
Not everything is mono
Everything is in the white of the eyes
The landscape comes into focus
Just, a little more toward the center
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