Vientos y Soles II: A Group of Poems

Witnesses

Da Bahia a Rhode Island
O sol é o mesmo e os seus contos são parecidos
embora surgam na nossa consciência em línguas
diferentes, igualmente belas todas

Na Bahia, aplaudem o por do sol em certas praias urbanas,
pessoas desconhecidas jogam bola
é um rito das perguntas
das possibilidades de cada dia, do universro que a noite carrega
da visibilidade da lua que predomina

In Manhattan, otra ciudad de mar y rio,
silent witnesses contemplan
the antiquated nostalgia of gold
illuminating Newark across the river
la história de los grandes inovadores de música

haunting and yet still opening possibilities
for the generations to come

The sunset is the rise and fall of a generation
of an epoch

The sun tells the same mysteries
of passing and crossing

The same silent witnesses
stand in the only way they know how
struck by the messages
and the questions

Silent witnesses
Silent witnesses along the coast

Silent witnesses of light
Gather along the shore
to live in the transition of day to night
Silent witness of the sea, of ports
Standing, struck, arrested by light.

By Sirocco Santos, 2011. Photography by SiroccoBlue (with the exception of the Woody Shaw album cover, of course). 

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