24 dezembro 2019

vera brittain


Perhaps

Perhaps some day the sun will shine again,
And I shall see that still the skies are blue,
And feel once more I do not live in vain,
Although bereft of You.

Perhaps the golden meadows at my feet
Will make the sunny hours of spring seem gay,
And I shall find the white May-blossoms sweet,
Though You have passed away.

Perhaps the summer woods will shimmer bright,
And crimson roses once again be fair,
And autumn harvest fields a rich delight,
Although You are not there.

Perhaps some day I shall not shrink in pain
To see the passing of the dying year,
And listen to Christmas songs again,
Although You cannot hear.'

But though kind Time may many joys renew,
There is one greatest joy I shall not know
Again, because my heart for loss of You
Was broken, long ago.


Talvez

Quem sabe? Volte o sol ao brilho
e possa enxergar serem os céus ainda azuis
e vivenciar de novo que não vivo no vão
embora esteja de ti em carência.

Talvez as pradarias em dourado
estourem as horas solares da primavera
e sinta o aroma doce da abertura das flores
mesmo que de mim te tenhas apartado.

Talvez o bosque de verão resplandeça
e as vermelhas rosas voltem a ser justas
e a colheita dos campos outurnos seja uma extraordinária delícia
Mesmo não estando tu ali.

Talvez um dia não seja vencida pela pena
na factualidade do transpasse do ano
ouvindo de novo as cantigas natalícias
que nunca poderás escutar.