As death folds tears in the tongue
you seal labor’s day with a definite gesture.
|there is no revolution more grandiose than love,
this of resisting time holding each other´s cries|
We spill words on the street
afraid dreaming of vessels
but when we say goodbye
the gesture, like a wave,
draws houses on the pavement
amidst demonstrations and carnations,
and like a dissident, the sea
opens in Cedofeita
where we could have sailed like rebels,
if only we were not cowards.