HESITATIONS OUTSIDE THE DOOR
I’m telling the wrong lies,
they are not even useful.
The right lies would at least
be keys, they would open the door.
The door is closed; the chairs,
the tables, the steel bowl, myself
shaping bread in the kitchen, wait
outside it.
HESITAÇÕES FORA DA PORTA
Estou a dizer as mentiras erradas,
nem sequer são úteis.
As mentiras certas pelo menos
sendo chaves, abririam a porta.
A porta está fechada; as cadeiras,
as mesas, a taça de aço, eu própria
a moldar o pão na cozinha, esperamos
fora dela.
