TIAGO PRENDA RODRIGUES - Angra

Angra

1.

in your eyes I see the sea

I write this verse and wonder

If in your eyes did I ever see the sea

or even if I ever saw the sea or if I ever saw your eyes

2. 

burnt time

under the apparent mobility of the clouds

the waiting

on a bench or  balcony in front

of a parked crane because it is Sunday

3. 

the foam of the end of the day boils like a purgatory

the world seems to complete itself

and it rises to the memory like the sea that constantly

comes to pour itself on the beach

the voice of someone who called me from a

morning and left…

there remained the idea of a continuous

hold together and fall apart 

Tiago Prenda Rodrigues, NEO 1, 2001

Tradução: Rogério Sousa