A beautiful poem for today.

[Second quick story about happiness—]

 

Second quick story about happiness—going down the hill at twilight—my love was far away, with that air of never doubting, and was saying: my parents…—even more sofly, so gently that I notice more than the others, after some time away—it’s like returning to find the children all grown, and sitting on the balcony to share thoughts and memories of a time that’s passed—but when I left (that day at the airport) there was still an air of mystery—now, it’s now, going down this hill, without any, that I finally tell about my distant love, and I don’t imitate my nostalgia, but that gentleness, yours, happy like this.

Ana Cristina Cesar translated from Portuguese by Brenda Hillman, Helen Hillman, and Sebasttao Edson Macedo

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