#518

(Image by Henri Cartier-Bresson)

Gostaria de tê-lo conhecido antes, Henri,

quando havia tanto barulho que

não podia tocar a vida sem

aproximar-me demasiado da histeria.

Gostaria de tê-lo encontrado por acaso,

Pelo menos meio acordada,

enquanto capturavas o devir

e suas pessoas dançantes,

a vida desenrolando-se

diante dos teus olhos,

a vida permanente,

a vida fluida.

I wish I had met you before, Henri,
when life was too noisy and I
could not touch it without
getting too close to hysteria.

I wish I had accidentally run into you
on the street, at least half awake
while you framed the becoming
and its dancing little people,

life -

unfolding before your eyes,

permanent life,
fluid life.

About Henri Cartier-Bresson

(Posted to We Write Poems - Prompt #81 and dVersepoets)