The
Morning is Coming
The morning is coming,
wolfes get away from the villages
and return to the black of the forests,
drunks are still trying to force
entrance into a bar.
The brightness in the eyes of the girl
don’t let anyone leave
the last table and go home.
The married man asks
“
where did I leave my life?”
the single man answers
“
there is no life but the bill, my friend”.
The morning is coming,
sadness of men who are awakening
doesn’t leave room for doubts,
even the despair of men
who don’t want to lie down.
There are wolfes that didn’t eat,
that didn’t feel the fear of their victims
but weariness beat them anyway.
And they will go to sleep as if they have done
what they are living for.
So, the morning is coming.
in O Tabaco De Deus, Cotovia, 2002
Translated by Inês Campilho Chaves