Edition #9
Transitions and Resolutions
Luciana Pontes
Edited by Limi Kalapurackal
it's all right
it's all right
I had a voice held in my chest
wandering the minds of others in search of answers
on the wall I preached such a huge lovelessness
I told them, get dressed, run away from home
go to the sun to see the sea rise
go to the horizon and never come back
unless you come back with your chest full in sorrow
come back
and if only they'd come back with caution in their hands
we are disappearing
but it's all right
one day we'll sing songs to the restless
ah, for they deserve the final triumph! the daring
and our youth
we shall ask heaven in common prayer
give us the peace we ask so deeply before we sleep
our blessed table, a handful of grains, a few pairs of fruits
give us
fill our hands with forgiveness
give us the love we threw up last January
while our home was burning in flames
while we wrote desperate poems
our prayers that sounded as the funeral march
give us
what we ask and what we hide
in the depths of our shame
what we can not look at for long without drowning
what we pretend to forget in each setting sun
give us
what we still dare not to dream out of fear
fear of the infinite that permeates us, of each peaceful night and
of the monotony that ruins us and ruins us more and more
give us
the calm that only anguish gives us
the burning skin, the living hair hovering in the wind
the paused plenitude of summer evenings
the warm summer evenings
that in every human's memory lays like a blessing
that is smoked in the memory like a haystack before the day ends
the warm summer evenings
when we burn like the houses, like the hills, like the stars
when we burned like carnival dawns
the warm summer evenings
when we walked to the edge of the abyss for fun
because we asked freedom to give us more space
such disdain of youth
give us
the prayers we didn't say for not knowing beautiful words
the prayers we forgot to say on dark days
when it rained and the bridge fell over our heads
and the streets filled with water like our pupils
give us
some chance still in this life, my god
even if it's a little of what we don't know we want
enliven this piece of life that's left in our chests
give us
another triumphant ode to the journey
