PÊCHEUR DE RÊVES

Pour mon Ami, Armando Taborda

Que reste t'il de ton enfance?
Tout.
Ce soir, toutes les étoilles de l'été ne font qu'une seule lumière.
Pourtant, ton siècle avance avec ses nuages.
Souvent, tu devines les étoiles derrière le rideau des années grises.
Tu les vois seulement une par une, petits phares qui clignotent dans la nuit.
Alors, tu regardes l'océan.
Pêcheur de rêves, tu inventes un ciel limpide dans un filet d'étoiles de mer.

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Ao meu Amigo, Armando Taborda

Que fica da tua infância?
Tudo.
Hoje, as estrelas de verão concentram-se numa só auréola.
Portanto, a vida continua repleta de nuvens cinzentas.
Frequentemente consegues ver as estrelas através da cortina do tempo.
Vê-las unicamente uma a uma, pequenos pontos que cintilam na noite.
Então, contemplas o oceano.
Pescador de sonhos inventas um céu transparente numa rede de estrelas do mar.

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To my Friend, Armando Taborda

What remains from your childhood?
Everything.
Tonight, all the summer stars form only one aura.
Yet, your century goes ahead with its clouds.
Often you can guess the stars behind the gray years' curtain.
You only see them one by one, small lighthouses flashing at night.
Then, you look at the ocean.
Fisherman of dreams you invent a limpid sky in a starfish net.

by Lionel DEYNA, Lisboa, 2015

(English translated by Armando TABORDA, 2015)

(Portuguese translated by Maria da Nazaré ROCHA, 2015)

photo by Lionel DEYNA, in Lisboa, 2015

(post 1st edition, 2015; 2nd edition, 2017; 3rd edition, 2019; 4th edition, 2022)