A Natureza Espera

Até o passe preciso O domínio, o chute, o gol A natureza espera Todo gol espera ali na rede Jogada de lá, espera pra rolar Toda luz espera na retina Imagem de lá espera pra formar Todo som espera no ouvido Um meio de lá para se propagar Toda areia espera ali na beira Onda do mar espera pra quebrar Pra desabar na areia Na beira do mar A natureza espera The sun had not yet risen The sea was indistinguishable from the sky Except that the sea was slightly creased as if a cloth Had wrinkles on it Gradually as the sky whitened A dark line lay on the horizon Dividing the sea from the sky And the grey cloth became barred with tick strokes moving One after another Beneath the surface Following each other Pursuing each other Perpetually As they neared the shore each bar rose Heaped itself broke and swept a thin veil Of white water across the sand The waive paused and then drew out again Sighing like a sleeper whose breath comes and goes unconsciously Gradually the dark bar on the horizon became clear As if the sediment in an old wine bottle Had sunk and left the glass green Behind it too The sky cleared as if the white sediment there had sunk Or as if the arm of a woman couched Beneath the horizon Had raised a lamp and flat bars Of white, green, and yellow Spread across the sky like the bladed of a fan Then she raised her lamp higher and the air seemed To become fibrous and to tear away from the green surface Flickering and flaming in red and yellow fibres Like the smoky fire that roars from a bonfire Gradually the fibres of the burning bonfire were fused into one haze One incandescence which lifted the weight of the woollen grey sky Up on top of it and burned it to a million atoms of soft blue The surface of the sea slowly became transparent And lay rippling and sparkling until the dark stripes Were almost rubbed out Slowly the arm that help the lamp raised it higher and the higher Until a broad flame became visible An arc of fire burnt on the rim of the horizon And all round it the sea blazed gold The light struck upon the trees in the garden Making one leaf transparent and then another One bird chirped up high There was a pause Another bird chirped lower down The sun sharpened the walls of the house And rested like the tip of a fan upon a white blind And made a blur finger-print of shadow under the leaf By the bedroom window The blind stirred slightly, but all within was dim And unsubstantial The birds sang their blank melody outside Toda noite espera todo dia O eixo girar até o Sol chegar Todo broto espera sob a terra Chuva de lá espera pra regar Com isso seu amor virá de algum lugar A natureza A natureza te espera Esta fértil esfera edifícios Demolições, crateras construções Que também vão ficar velhas Este broto semente prospera em árvore fruta amarela vermelho maduro Já era e cai para o ventre da terra esse broto Partícula prospera Átomo, molécula, matéria explosões, fundições, quimera Invisível na atmosfera Esse broto malandro já era Cresceu em frente à tela Cansou desse papo de espera E abriu outra janela