Don Juan

1ª versão:

When I have them in my arms,
Bloodstream running at large,
A moment melts into strange colors
And only emptiness follows after.




2ª versão:

When I see them walking on the streets
Like petals in the wind,
I long for their gentleness,
Their ginger-scented white touch.

When I see them looking at the sky
Like flowers in full bloom,
I long for all the blueness
Reflected in their faces.

When I see them laugh and smile
In all their bone-white glory,
I long for the faintest cloud
To stretch under their feet.

When I have them in my arms,
Bloodstream running at large,
A moment melts into strange colors
And only emptiness follows after.





acho que um haiku combina mais com o Don Juan, mas não consegui me conter e acabei escrevendo um poema um pouco maior...