(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 -
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.
fluid life.
About Henri Cartier-Bresson
(Posted to We Write Poems - Prompt #81 and dVersepoets)
