from Chas, with love

Desculpa, peço-te, pela mensagem do pombo,
ténue e brusca, vil e atormentada
orada na hora desse ser a extinguir-se de partida para aí;
nas minhas mãos senti-lhe minguar a alma,
no arvoredo da Cordoaria, hoje revisitada.

Hearts full of nothing hovering on you,
as a trader of dreams and flesh with not much to give…
With all given, how could you?
Jewels and plums thrown away
for Bowie, Murphy and stuff.

There you stare, naked, but yet right on your foot,
standing there holding the love seekers
with much to give, so much to give
and death to take.
Naked, but yet so proud,
so gentle,
so true
just as I remind you on my exodus
into my resurrection,
you said on my departure,
"Go! Go, Chas! Please! I will not follow…"
and i went away, to the woods, to my peageons,
my unconditional friends
far from the vomiting city lights
and never looked back
i knew you would not kill me;

E a árvore secou, nela vivendo pombos
E corações perdidos, partidos, lá ficaram
não o meu, não o meu... oh Laide!...

Carlos Richter

Louzada, 02Setembro2010_02:16 AM