FORA DE MODA- OUT OF FASHION

 

A minha história não conto.
Teve janelas por onde a curiosidade olhou,
Teve porta por onde passaram a pressa e a alegria,
Teve quintal onde se pôde rir e brincar,
Teve um bom local para a esperança se instalar.
Minha história oculta virou pensamento fora de moda,
Que não se restaura,
Pura nostalgia!
 
I don't tell my story.
There were windows through which curiosity looked,
There was a door through which haste and joy passed,
There was a backyard where you could laugh and play,
There was a good place for hope to settle.
My hidden history has become unfashionable thinking,
That cannot be restored,
Pure nostalgia!

(Miguel Burnier- Distrito de Ouro Preto- MG- soft pastel