Dulce Pontes "No Teu Poema" lyrics

No Teu Poema

In your poem / there is a verse that is blank and without measure/ a body that breathes, an open sky / a window leaned to the life / In your poem / there is the silent pain deep down / the step of the courage in a dark house / and an open porch to the world / There is the night, the laughter and the redone voice in the light of day / the party of the Lady of Agony and the fatigue / of the body that falls asleep in a cold bed /

There is a river, the fate of those who born weak or strong / the risk, the anger and the struggle of those who falls or those who desist / those who win or those who fall asleep before the death / In your poem / there is the yell and the echo of the shrapnel / the pain I know by heart, but I don't recite / and the restless sleep of those who fail / In your poem / there is a plainchant from Alentejo / the street and the preaching of a "fishwife" and a boat blown the whole rag /

There is a river / the corner in united voices, certain voices / a song of only one lyric and only one destiny to embark / in the wharf of the new fleet of the Discoveries / There is a river, the fate of those who born weak or strong / the risk, the anger and the struggle of those who falls or those who desist / those who win or those who fall asleep before the death /

In your poem / there is the lit hope behind the wall / there is everything else that still is outside my knowledge / and a blank verse waiting for the future.

In Your Poem

In your poemThere is a blank verse and without measureA body that breaths, an open skyA window leaning towards lifeYour poemExists and hurts quietly there in the depthsA courages step into a dark houseA veranda opened to the world

Exists a nightA smile and a remade voice in the daylightThe feast of the Lady of Agony and the fatigueOf a body falling asleep in a cold bedExists a riverThe fate of those born weak or strongThe risk the rage and the fightOf one who falls or that resistsThat defeats or falls asleep before death

In your poemExists the drill and the echo of shrapnelA pain I know by heart but will not reciteAnd the restless dreams of those who failIn your poemExists one Alentejano chantA street and the shout of a fishwifeA boat with an all-out blown cloth

Exists a riverSinging with voices together, sure voicesA one letter song embarking in only one destinyAt the pier the new ship of discoveriesExists a riverThe fate of those born weak or strongThe risk the rage the fightOf one who falls or that resistsThat defeats or falls asleepBefore death

In your poemExists the burning hope behind the wallExists all and much more that eludes meIt is a blank verse awaitingThe future