goodbye

We have already spent the words along the road, my love,
and that which remains is not sufficient
to prevent the cold of four walls.
We have spent everything but the silence.
We have spent the eyes with the salt of tears,
we have spent the hands holding on tight,
we have spent the watch and the corner stones
in pointless waiting.

I put my hands in my pockets and I find nothing.
Once we had so much to give to each other;
It was as if everything was mine:
The more I gave you, the more I had to give you.

Sometimes you would say: your eyes are green fish.
And I would believe it.
I would believe it,
because next to you
everything was possible.

But that was in the time of secrets,
it was in the time when your body was an aquarium,
it was in the time when my eyes
were truly green fish.
Today they are only my eyes.
It is not much, but it is the truth,
eyes like any other.

We have already spent the words.
When now I say: my love,
there is absolutely nothing stirring.
And yet, before the words were spent,
I am certain
that all things would stir
just with the whispering of your name
in the silence of my heart.

We have nothing more to give.
Inside you
there is nothing asking for water from me.
The past is worthless like a rag.
And I have told you: the words are spent.
Goodbye.



E. A.



Dedico-Te esta english version do meu poema preferido de Eugénio, escrita enquanto apenas existia a promessa da tua existência.
Não quero aprender a dizer-Te adeus.