Eram tantas, tantas luas
Que eu despi da tua voz
Todas brancas, todas tuas
Todas por estarmos sós
Eram aves, eram tantas
Nos dedos da tua mão
Era o eco nas gargantas
Das palavras que não são
Era a dança das marés
O mar bravo e o seu reverso
Eram tudo o que tu és
No pulsar do universo
E depois, era mais nada
E mais nada acontecia
Era quase madrugada
Quando o mundo adormecia
João Monge / José Carlos Magala
There were so many, so many moons
That I undressed from your voice
All white, all of you
All for being alone
They were birds were so many
In the fingers of your hand
It was the echo in the throats
Of words that are not
It was the dance of the tides
The brave sea and its reverse
They were all that you are.
In the pulse of the universe
And then, it was anything
And nothing else happened.
It was almost dawn
When the world fell asleep
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