IVO MACHADO - Plaza de Mayo

Plaza de Mayo
                      para Carlos C.

There is a cry carved in a tree.

The insomnia of the city is metallic,

and Borges

crosses the Plaza de Mayo

as if the words of the poets

lived in the tree-tops.

Then, the rain

erases the handwriting of the protests.

Mother, tell me: What pain is that

that comes only when I’m away?

Ivo Machado, NEO 1, 2001
Tradução: Rogério Sousa