Alma Novaes

 

Too big to keep in me

The ground is still grey, now licked by the rain,

Where are the rainbows? 

dripping with timeless melodies, 

from a time when poems were embroidered

between chords and conversations. 

The ground loses the color 

of these laments that I don't want mine,

 in the nostalgia of whole days 

where there are long hours left 

that speak of disconnection

 of you, but above all of your exile

Outside, the floor holds 

any improvisation and I remain inside, 

remembering tears and laughter

And you grew in me, as the buildings grow, 

as the summer nights grow, 

as the waves at risk of collision grow

The ground was the same color as your gaze, 

erased from me by the distance you imposed, 

in the continuation of who you were, 

in this continuity of the ages

When you killed me because of the fatigue 

of waiting and already dead, I still want you

Outside, the floor holds any new vitality 

and I remain inside, escorted by the cyst!

And you grew in me, as the buildings grow, 

as the summer nights grow, 

as the waves at risk of collision grow

The floor does not lose the nuances of the lovers,

it preserves them, as before,

Before the time you left

in the solid geometry of the circle

And you made yourself square, oblivion, 

pain and omission that no one has anything 

to do with it, a cobblestone that sets you free, 

a cube of ice that you melted in the fires of me

Outside, the floor also holds the sadness 

of your gaze on the moment I became present

My ground is the shortcut you walk on

where mountains are climbed, 

Where you think and do things

where I keep my scars,

without pity and without any rationality...

And the floor is baker's yeast

For those who control the hours of time 

of a time that grows like you 

grow in my nights and lengthen my hair

the eyelashes, the hair, and 

all of me curl up around your neck 

like a castaway from you. 

And as you grow, 

so do the houses we leave

clouds of thought grow, 

gardens grow of golden seeds 

and winds of blossom, 

The jokes in the eyes of others, 

storms grow and 

even children dressed at other ages grow, 

already adults already committed 

to a mature time of choices, 

and while you grow, I get my hopes long 

And it is in them that I ask for darkness,

May my body and soul fall night

Because outside, the ground no longer knows 

how to guard you but I from the dream 

in which I will give birth to you!

And I sing you here and now 

to show you how you grew up chorus 

and became too big, 

leftovers whole, still, 

on your back you slide on the floor, 

because you are too big, too sweet, 

you fit whole and you curl up fetal, 

finally, in this song that no one hears, 

in this song of mine about you!

Happy birthday my love