Your shallow love
Men deny their own weaknesses
Seeking to convince themselves through words
But words denounce
- Affairs, delays, a body that vibrates.
I believed in your empty words!
You convinced me
Making me believe that love was that:
A constant emptiness.
You started to play with words,
Jump out of the window, hid in the dark,
To send notes with copied sentences.
A love, on a flat and shallow surface.
Other kinds of love digressed
We were foreigners in each other’s life
No room belonged to us.
I told you “I’m not in love with you”
And you kept saying “let me teach you
how to love me”
As if love could be taught.
You told me “I need you”
Convincing myself that I would be useful
My support for your fear
As if love was a necessity!
There were many kinds of love among ours
Mine only served to calm down your weeping
While yours destroyed my verses.
I've always been the kind of woman
that loves too much, and you?
You loved too many women
And in fact, couldn’t love them all.
I tell you now what I wasn’t for you at that moment:
Clearwater of a waterfall.
To compose someone like me,
a strange being
Coming from another fantasy.
To understand why were you in my heart?
I’ve been told about your affairs
Your path was like this: to be like a single mattress
tied at the corner of a room
as if it is always expecting visitors.
I go around the world rescuing poems.
translation: Mar Lima & Débora Terra