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Blog do escritor Luís Soares

Avalanche

I stepped into an avalanche,

It covered up my soul;

When I am not this hunchback that you see,

I sleep beneath the golden hill.

You who wish to conquer pain,

You must learn to serve me well.

 

You strike my side by accident

As you go down for your gold.

The cripple here that you clothe and feed

Is neither starved nor cold;

He does not ask for your company,

Not at the centre of the world.

 

When I am on this pedestal,

You did not raise me there.

Your laws do not compel me

To kneel grotesque and bare.

I myself am the pedestal for this ugly hump

at which you stare, stare, stare,...

 

You who wish to conquer pain,

You must learn what makes me kind;

The crumbs of love that you offer me,

They're the crumbs I've left behind.

Your pain is no credential here,

just the shadow of my wound.

 

I have begun to long for you,

I who have no greed;

I have begun to wait for you,

I who have no need.

You say you've gone away from me,

But I can feel you when you breathe.

 

Do not dress in those rags for me,

I know you're not poor;

You don't love me quite so fiercely now

When you know that you are not sure,

This is your world, beloved,

It is your flesh that I wear.

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