SANTA IFIGENIA

There are hidden and suspended cities;

The weathered viaduct tiles

worn by many a step.

The rain fairly acid.

No, the world is not a valley of tears,

although it is necessary to mine for any happiness.

I have long known not how to walk the paths alone,

so I take your hand and lead this dance,

while the cigarette eternally burns.

There are moments of tenderness and fear,

memories of an uncertain time.

reminders of what I was not,

and silences,
that pierce the soul,

like the tree whose roots have fractured the sidewalk and the curb.

(english version by Beta Cummins)

Viaduto Santa Ifigênia 80 x 120 2005. Óleo sobre tela - Fernando Naviskas