Professor Poeta

Ah, nostalgia, how sad
you miss me bring me
to know that there is so much time
I live dreaming this love
that ended in a regret,
only this pain remaining
who lives with me today
  and lodged in my heart.

Ah, if I could, dear,
return in a ray of sunshine
or light breath, of wind,
and find you waiting
with a smile on their lips,
running to hug me.

Ah, if I could, dear,
my little love, my angel,
meet you at the gate
with little hand waving,
I wouldn’t be suffering
the pain of remembering
your lost affection,
a year ago.
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The ball goes up, coming from the right,
of the corner mark, with the fans
quiet, tense, scared even,
from where the side throws it, precisely,
with a torpedo on his foot.

With a flourish in a streak of light
it gets loose in the air and slightly goes down.
Within the area, right at the goal gate
the struggle for possession begins.

Defenders almost in despair
try to prevent the attackers from going up.
But at a glance a body protrudes,
a head to the sky points
and like a corisco, it tests the round
that nestles in the network, right above, at an angle.

The poor goalkeeper, like an agonizing bird
Just look, hands on your head.
In the stands the crowd is agitated
and jump and scream in a crazy stadium,
while the clocutor, in the euphoria of the bid
the cry stretches, hoarse:
It’s Goooooooollllllllllllllaaaaaaaaaçççççoooooooo

I wish, tonight,
having you by my side, smiling,
speaking with your eyes
words I didn’t know
let your eyes know
say with such joy.
On the lips, it tastes good.
On the body, that perfume
that even when passed
the instant of love resurfaces.
Oh, I wish I could
the dawn wind
bring you, so that I would die
death of love, in your arms.