POEMA DE YVETTE K. CENTENO
Através do Espelho
a António Ramos Rosa
Foste sempre a estrangeira:
a da trança de lado
a do olhar de frente
o verde da tua bata
um verde
inconveniente
tinhas muitas moradas
partias e partias
não ficavas
e a meio da viagem
quando os outros seguiam
tu voltavas
in Outonais (poemas 2005-2010), unpublished
© Yvette K. Centeno
Through the Looking-glass
to António Ramos Rosa
You were always the stranger:
hair plaited on the side
eyes that stared straight ahead
the green of your pinafore
was an unsuitable
green
you had many homes
you left and left
you never did stay
and when half way there
as the others followed
you turned back
© Translated by Ana Hudson, 2010
in Poems from the Portuguese