Confissão

Eu nunca quis precisar de alguém.
Nunca fiz por onde ter alguém.
Eu nunca quis desejar alguém.
Eu nunca li o olhar de alguém.

A lida eu li num olhar aquém
dos desejos meus,
que não tinham ninguém.
E a roda viva, viva está.
Ainda há tempo de recomeçar.

Na meia estrada do sentir de alguém,
no parapeito, sem nenhum vintém,
reconsiderei o que nunca fiz,
e quis ter alguém.

And as we walk...

A flower...
I saw a flower.
A tiny blossom,
a dazzling piece,
a single bit
of endless life.

A tower...
I saw a tower.
A man's deed,
a huge sign,
mind-boggling as it seems,
twisting minds of power.

A man had walked a long way.
Ahead he went,
apart from all, from all...
And as he walked
he trod on it.
What?!
The tiny blossom,
stubborn life
 in city strife,
right in front the mighty tower.

He looked aslank
as if to check
if all the world was still around him.
No time to waste,
no time to think
of petty crimes.
Smashed petals
just make the way
a little lighter...