Shelley no angels and no purity
I’m here waiting for you in this square,
where there’s no tame pigeons but sadness 
and a fountain where water no longer passes.

About trees I don’t talk, because they’re naked;
about houses I don’t mention because they’re
worn out by the clock; by moons
and by the eyes of those who wait in vain.

About me I could tell you, but I don’t know
what to tell you about this story 
so that seems natural my voice.

I only know I spend here the whole afternoon
weaving these verses and the night
that will bring you and will leave us alone.

Eugénio de Andrade
translated by Virtutes&Vitia