Time and Prophecy

by Antonio Sousa
July.24/2011

Part I - About my fears

From this hour and forth
I promise to have happiness
To laugh and love and pray
And cry only when faced with madness

From this day and beyond
I shall be remembered as the liar
The one who tried to wear the mask
The one who failed in life

Maybe after next week
I won't be called the poet
Instead they shall ignore the rest
Of my writings, not even put me to the test

In a month or so
When life is easier and more calm
When sun, water and light will be my fellows
Maybe things will get tender and mellow


Part II - About my love for David T. Jackson

After a year trying hard, I shall surpass
The odds of living here in Canada
The cold and rich land of no ancestry
The bold move of life I call agony

A decade shall we meet, hand in hand
And through tempest, snow, wind or sand
We will conquer it all, this I shall grant

A hundred will be the number of your years
I shall be old and grey: 73
The mark of our love will still be seem

Millenniums and light years will make us old
But sad will be the day that all our folks
Forget we are a story to be told.

My Secret - Meu Segredo

O Segredo

Eu tenho uma teoria, mas não vou dividir com você
A teoria é simples
O que eu não divido é meu ser
Sou o que era e metade do que fui
Vou e venho e o vento é o que leva
Não divido meu segredo, o secreto esconderijo
Aonde escondo as coisas que eu fazia quando menino
O que faço depois de grande, homem, com barba e crescido
Essas tantas coisas, essas eu publico num livro.
O segredo é a montanha, o Sol, a nuvem que passa
Nuvem não pára, nuvem só passa, quem pára é a montanha
Água também passa, mas passa que passa correndo!
Quem corre também é o tempo, mas esse ninguém pode ver.
O segredo é secreto e absurdo, ele pára e corre no ar
Mas o ar não pára nem corre, então um segredo não há.

The Secret

I have a theory, but I won't share it with you
The theory is simple
What I won't share is my being
I am what I was and half what I used to be
I go and come and the wind is what carries
I won't share my secret, the hidden hideway
Where I hide the things I did when I was a boy
What I do since I am big, man, bearded and grown up
These many things, these I publish in a book.
The secret is the mountain, the Sun, the cloud that goes
Clouds can't stop, they can only go, what stop is the mountain
Water also goes, and it goes running so fast!
What runs as well is the time, but this one nobody can see.
The secret is hidden and absurd, it stops and runs in the air
But the air can't stop or run, so there is no secret at all.