TO TERE

TO TERE    SIDNEY   ( 15 - VII -81 )

  In front of my garden

in the jungle,

grows the flower that I like,

God!, I want it to be mine,

take care of her,

give to her, my life.

 .... She didn’t stop,

crossing my land,

runned away.

  The sun in my garden

with clouds cover his face,

winter is come,

the flowers in my garden,

without be seen, are flying.

  Coldness in the house,

wind in the garden,

the rain cleans my face.

  Springtime, life is coming back,

flowers again are in my garden,

a beautiful one like the other

is there growing.

I give her my love

knowing, that because my garden

the flower is not mine.

  Happiness in the heart,

colours in my eyes,

the flower’s leaving,

how fast is time,

her perfume, colours,

           her memory, ..., that’s mine.