INVADER (THE TREMBLING LAMP)
Tonight I will be in your bedroom.
Tonight I will invade your dream,
your body, your blood and my
semen will be in your sweat and gaze.
Don’t fight, don't run away;
don't be with the other under penalty
to think of me in the very last ins-
tant and perspire the traitor syllable.
Tonight you will be small,
lost in the living room, lost in time,
tiny, a girl and fearful of every oblique
shadow that things project.
Tonight you will want the paternal
hand and warmest lap, but it’s me,
in the end, the father in the heart of
the father you yearn for; it is me, child,
what feels like hell and home,
damn and salvation.
Your palm will be slightly sweaty,
your thighs well crossed over the
hands tight together.
Fear and love, warmth
and cold are no longer distinguishable.
I am the disguised obsession
explained as habit and simple curiosity;
a lamp that trembles like a candle,
a lie that needs not be told, but just
quieted, swallowed dry, or else
watered with wine and laughter.
I am the mystery at the bottom of the rain,
the wind from afar that chills you.
And the cruelest fear to visit your soul
is the fear of not having anything to fear
except crave to be with me so close
like air and light that feed your lungs.
In “Versos íncubos”, 2014
Versão do autor para a língua inglesa.