PEDRO CASSIANO DE AGUILAR'S POEM

Traduzido por Mariana Schneider

If you want this poem in Portuguese, click here.

 

Each turn the clock hand gives 

It accelerates the pace of my life 

It shortens my story and anticipates my end

That has an appointment to arrive 

But I am unaware 

 

Each one of us is like a book 

Which keeps its own history 

With beginning, middle and ending 

Our body is just a house where the soul lives

And death is the last flight of our souls 

Which part no longer fits in this house 

As if to start a new story, a new book 

 

Every minute that passes can be all I have left to live 

But I waste time as if it were infinite 

I think, therefore I know there is a circumstance 

That life happens in a breath of God 

And the flame remains lit as long as we are alive 

 

Each person has a child trapped within themselves 

The child that we used to be never changes 

Our body is that get old around her 

I wanted to live my childhood all over again 

But the hourglass of time I can not turn

 

                           THE END

 

 

 

 

 

Elizabeth Jhin autora da Novela