O Amor, Meu Amor Nosso amor é impur

O Amor, Meu Amor Nosso amor é impuro
como impura é a luz e a água
e tudo quanto nasce
e vive além do tempo.

Minhas pernas são água,
as tuas são luz
e dão a volta ao universo
quando se enlaçam
até se tornarem deserto e escuro.
E eu sofro de te abraçar
depois de te abraçar para não sofrer.

E toco-te
para deixares de ter corpo
e o meu corpo nasce
quando se extingue no teu.

E respiro em ti
para me sufocar
e espreito em tua claridade
para me cegar,
meu Sol vertido em Lua,
minha noite alvorecida.

Tu me bebes
e eu me converto na tua sede.
Meus lábios mordem,
meus dentes beijam,
minha pele te veste
e ficas ainda mais despida.

Pudesse eu ser tu
E em tua saudade ser a minha própria espera.

Mas eu deito-me em teu leito
Quando apenas queria dormir em ti.

E sonho-te
Quando ansiava ser um sonho teu.

E levito, voo de semente,
para em mim mesmo te plantar
menos que flor: simples perfume,
lembrança de pétala sem chão onde tombar.

Teus olhos inundando os meus
e a minha vida, já sem leito,
vai galgando margens
até tudo ser mar.
Esse mar que só há depois do mar.

Mia Couto, in "idades cidades divindades"

Résultats (Anglais) 1:

Love, my love, our love is impure as unclean is light and water and all is born and lives beyond time. My legs are water, your are light and give back to the universe When you connect until they become dark desert. And I have to hug you After hugging you not to grieve. And touch you for you have body and my body is born When it expires in your. And I breathe in you to choke me and peek in your light to blind me, My Sun poured into Moon, my night alvorecida. Drink me and I convert it in your seat. Bite my lips, my teeth Kiss, my skin you wear and you get even more naked. Could I be you And in your longing to be my own hopes. But I lay in your bed When I just wanted to sleep in it. And you dream When I longed to be a dream of yours. And levito, flight, seed for myself I plant less than flower: perfume, memory of petal without ground fall. Your eyes flooding my and my life, already without bed will rising margins to all be sea. This sea there is only after the sea. Mia Couto, in "ages cities deities"

Résultats (Anglais) 3:

My love, my love, our love is impure
as impure is light and the water
and everything is born
and live beyond time.

my legs are water,

your are light and turn the universe
when you link
to become desert, and dark.
and I have to hug you
after you hug not to suffer.

and
I touch you to stop having body and my body is

When you lost in your.

and I breathe you

and I look to choke me in your light to blind me

my sun poured into the moon,
my night alvorecida.

you drink
and I become in your seat.

my teeth to bite my lips, kiss, my skin dress you

and you 're still more naked.


and I could be you in your longing to be my own expectation.

But I lie in your bed
when only wanted to sleep with you.

and I dream you
when I longed to be a dream of yours.

and levito flight seed,
to me even you plant
less than flower: simple perfume,
memory without the ground where the petal fall.

your eyes flooding my
and my life, already out of bed,
go climbing until it be sea margins
.
this sea that there are only after the sea.
Mia Couto, in "ages cities divinities"