#547

(image by Lina)

Nas pequenas horas

antes de entregar-te

ao sono

saiba quem são os teus.

Te reservam as estrelas

na varanda

e os maiores sorrisos.

Incluiram-te sem aviso

nos melhores sonhos

e planos.

Nas pequenas horas

saiba quem você é

e não te esqueças disso.

Canta tua verdade

aos vagalumes, 

eles se escondem

mas virão se souberem

de ainda haver homens

com este teu brilho nos olhos.

In the small hours,

before sleep
takes over you,
search your mind for
your beloved ones.

They organize the stars
in the sky for you
wearing their biggest smiles.

They've included you
in their best dreams
and plans without notice.

In the small hours,
get to know who you are
and don't you ever forget it.

Sing your truth
to the fireflies,
they are hiding

but they'll come
if they find out
about eyes this bright.

(To my cousin Antônio, on the occasion of his birthday)