THE MIDLE OF THE STREET

Polyana Pimenta

I stop in the middle of the street

There's no car near me

No one is walking on the crossing

I'm thinking.

How are great all these things

From here

I can see the sky

And the sand in the gardens.

I can lay down

And everything is turning round

The colors change

And I try to reach myself

In the line that could separate me

From God

I'm almost touching him

But i can't realize

I'm not seeing His Face.

My eyes are sad

And even all these beautiful things

My looks can't see the wonderful

That is by my side.

Because when we're hurt

We don't believe in miracles

And everything is dark

But the hope of find you.

My love, my life, my breath

My miracle depends on you.

Help me in the way

That could lead me to God.

Natal, 1994.

Na época em que escrevi essas palavras, eu era professora de inglês e quis me expressar dessa forma. Até hoje, às vezes, escrevo em Inglês.