Traducao do Poema Primavera de Adriana Lisboa

Primavera
Adiana Lisboa

Gray, all gray. On a gray afternoon. Under the wings there was also a little yellow, I noticed. The bougainvillea has almost no leaves, just flowers. Magenta-colored rose, a hybrid full and painful. On the table from the balcony, cactus bent a little because of the last windstorm. Yet in just a moment like this. Zinc tiles, ceramic tiles, a lightning rod. A pinwheel-shaped flowers: purple, with black core.

At your desk, next door, a bottle of eye drops, a stapler and a calendar. A mask of Venice and a picture frame with the blue door of a house in Tiradentes. The page number 312 of the book being translated. He HAD However, bolted the stable door, and by the time They HAD forced it open there was no sign of him. Three pens and a brown envelope. A huge dictionary with a blue cover and a book: Six problems for Don Isidro Parodi.

A fly goes and goes. The floor of the porch is stained with rust-red and somewhere someone accelerates the car engine. A very thin veil of light breathing, and soon fades into the clouds.