Alma Novaes

 

- Sing You My Love

(In)finitude, time, (e)tender love

It was a whole year, complacent

It was every minute and second

part of the same sweetness

with which my soul was enraptured

Only you, in my thoughts

In my burning desires

Of kisses and honey

That we no longer trade

I was dreaming of you in September

And every moment

Clinging to faith or desire

or permanence

or constancy of love

It's October and I find out

That it's just me, 

it's just me, it's just me

only and only

Dreaming of you

Carrying you in my lap

To take you to the apple of my eye

strawberries, chocolates

And dates and merriment

and sharp shorts 

and semi-brief

and spindles and semi-spindles

and already November 

and confused and misaligned,

My arms are bindings

And my sweet memory

That I don't let go of and I don't forget

Of gentle noble soul

And December and Jesus

and French toast and vermicelli

And you inside of me,

making you wide,

Growing in me Embargo of 

(not) forgetting you, you poetry 

and then January

Cold and unruly

That wiped me with tears 

with its debauched waters 

and February and the cats in heat

And in my window

The Eyes of a Bird

that I dreamed of achieving

With the March look

And then

Your continued silence

My Pregnant and Creator Love

My faith continued

To look for you, to look for you

Only in memory

in the worn photos,

Your lips, the mark I recognize

your traits and the whole profile

The Sweetest Profile

The most loved dream profile

And April a thousand waters, 

also from my eyes I sing to you 

sunsets and springs

mountain

I also call you the name

I lean over

In this sketch

that only exists here

In this brain that stubbornly 

stubbornly makes you

That burns with love

That screams of failure and pain

but who is enraptured

in your gaze and nobility

and May and cherries and May and bees

and May coming to June

And the feasts are Johannine

To remind me that you're gone

And that you never came home

To this house of July, 

To this daughter of summer

To this silly old woman

Who still dreams of you

Who still wants you

that you still long for

an August of summer

Less gloomy, though

And it will come again September

and they will lay before me 

other shadows of other people

Stranger Aliens

Like me, for the rest

that I never saw myself 

in the national image 

of being from here.

And other years will go by

but not for me anymore

That the memories will depart 

Like the cherries

Like the grape harvest

Like the flowers

I will also carry you in me

Dreamed of in me

Whole taken on me

And I blow your name in the wind

And you, that name

Round in my mouth

in my language

In my girl's dreams

And it's still July, but I 

I'm already years ahead

I'm not from here anymore 

I'm just wind

At every dawn

Who'll lick your face

To thee alone will I build thee 

in mountain and stream,

spring, sanchas, 

urgent, urgent

lover forever.

And if music is born to you,

If your fingers come back

Touching the carpet of my memories, 

touch me that funeral arrangement,

it will serve as a consolation

It will be more than an end to me

the beginning of everything.

A whole year,

a legendary calendar,

Here's what you stand for 

in my day.

So are you in me!

From the beginning of love!

So shall thou be in the designs, 

beginning, middle and end.

It was a whole life that 

was summed up in a dream 

that became eternal as a child 

in a make-believe that time

 and I fulfilled, in love,

in the sweet designs of a dream 

of ours that became (e)eternal, in me!