ESPAÑOL PORTUGUÊS MARTHA SERRANO

  
The sound of the rain woke me up this morning 
The leaden sky hiding the sight from my hotel room
Soon tears rolled down my face. Tears without direction 
Why was my heart in crisis, though I was feeling well? 
What did the tears want to tell me? 
He was sleeping by my side after a night of love
And the tears insisted on falling, on and on, flooding my white face 
Whimpers, the sadness of my soul without reason - does the soul need a reason to cry?
Or did it understand what was going on?
I missed my children. I missed my home. 
Surrounding me one more cold, impersonal hotel room
I wanted to go back, but I knew that maybe I would regret, after all I was there to love and just to love 
This Rio de Janeiro from postcards looked more like a discolored photo, an old negative 
I thought about my land, about my hot northeast, hot just like my body 
A light depression was invading this sad winter morning 
Winter inside of me. Rain in my eyes.  Coldness in my soul 
Last night, before making love, a squabble 
Perhaps because of this, today’s dawn has no pleasure, just emptiness, and no colors! 
I wait for the afternoon, looking at the gray world around me 
Looking for a sign of the sun at the horizon
Nothing! 
Winter invading…! 

Translated by Silvia Aust

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