Dia Internacional da Floresta

Dia Mundial da Poesia

(mais um dia dos meus dias)

                                                      Um poema de letra em árvore
                                                      com folhas de tempo e
                                                      raiz de palavra.

                                                      É lá, no segredo doce da seiva,
                                                      que mora a  luz dos pirilampos
                                                      quando, no último verso,
                                                      se escreve o vermelho das papoulas
                                                      e o azul das  campânulas.

                                                      Foi por isso que  no tronco
                                                      Alguém colou um cartaz:
                                                      “Não entrar! Propriedade privada!”



Papaver rhoeas

                                                        A poem, a tree of letters

                                                        with leaves of time,
                                                        rooted in words.

                                                       There, hidden in the sweet secrecy of sap,

                                                        lives the  light of the fireflies
                                                        whenever the last verse
                                                        is written, with the red of the poppies
                                                        or the blue of the bellflowers

                                                        That was why someone

                                                        nailed a sign onto the trunk:
                                                        "Private Property! No trespassing!"