Vinicius de Moraes Saravá,
Gedichte und Lieder,
Serie Piper, 1989
It will be like this, dear friend — one day
we’ll be watching the sunset
when we suddenly feel on our faces
a light kiss of cold air.
You’ll look at me silently
and I’ll do the same, remembering….
then dazzled with poetry, we’ll pass through
the door open before us, to the darkness.
Crossing the border of the Secret
I will softly say, “Don’t be afraid”
And you will say, “Be strong”.
And like two ancient lovers
mournfully entwined in the night
together we’ll enter the gardens of death.
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