Love is an ancient tune

keep an eye/ de olho

My eyes dark as the night
scared you such a fool
to wander
under a motionless sky
That is my eye gaze upon you.



trad livre

Meus olhos escuros como a noite
que o assustou tanto, o tolo 
a vagar 
sob um céu imóvel 
que é o meu olhar a te acompanhar.
 

The Flower of Fear (a botanical description)

Not endemic of any place 

It grows anywhere if given space

Its petals made of delicate translucent white

are fully open at night.

It catches even the most distracted eye.

The contrast of its brightness against the dark

make them look like lamps that leading into a path

It attracts as a candle flame the diving moth: 
the beauty of fear is deceiving

Still we choose to pick those flowers.

Lisbon, november 2016