Virtutes & Vitia

Where did these words come from to me?
There were never words to scream your absence
Only the heartBeating the loneliness before youWhen your face ached in my faceAnd I found my hands without yoursAnd your eyes were no longera hidden place where the springredoes its dress of flowers.
And there was no name for your absence.
But you’ve come.
From the night’s heart?From the morning’s arm?From the autumn’s wood?
You’ve come.And you wake me up every hour.you fill me in every minute.you light all my firesyou write all my words.
A song of joy is freed from my fingerswhen I touch your body and I dwell in youand the night does not existbecause our mouths light in the morninga dawn of kisses.
Oh, my love,my arms ache to hold you,I bring my hands lit,my mouth undoneand loneliness awakes in me a cry of silence when the fear of losing you is a horse stepping in my headand then it gets lost on a desert roadwhere you walk naked.

by Joaquim PessoaEnglish version Virtutes&Vitia

Where did these words come from to me?

There were never words to scream your absence

Only the heart
Beating the loneliness before you
When your face ached in my face
And I found my hands without yours
And your eyes were no longer
a hidden place where the spring
redoes its dress of flowers.

And there was no name for your absence.

But you’ve come.

From the night’s heart?
From the morning’s arm?
From the autumn’s wood?

You’ve come.
And you wake me up every hour.
you fill me in every minute.
you light all my fires
you write all my words.

A song of joy is freed from my fingers
when I touch your body and I dwell in you
and the night does not exist
because our mouths light in the morning
a dawn of kisses.

Oh, my love,
my arms ache to hold you,
I bring my hands lit,
my mouth undone
and loneliness awakes in me a cry of silence
when the fear of losing you is a horse stepping in my head
and then it gets lost on a desert road
where you walk naked.