árvore queimada

árvore queimada,
foram os teus ramos outrora dóceis abraços?
o teu tronco firme e as folhas, generosas abas de alheio repouso?
porque te consumiste, se ninguém te largou fogo?

árvore queimada
estás dentro da terra, não como semente
não como chapéu fresco, sob o qual brota o rebento
mas como erma pedra ali cravada.


Growing Pains

Each day it grows
multiplies, gathers, settles,
like the cold snows...

Filled with the wrongs and the unfairs,
the unyieldingness of the deeds
eats, winters and unforgives.

And when you struggle to sought
to runaway and laugh
it chases you untill you're caught.

I killed your bright mornings of childhood
Stole those happy days of youth
I stabbed you in the back
with no purpose or suit.

And you didn't even question
You didn't defend yourself
you should know my grieving pain
would burn you more than hell.

You accepted and you took
the poisoned blade that cut
no forward pleasures or days to look
no further existence than hurt.