THE SECRET LIFE OF STONES

Believe me: The stones can hear the wind
the whole air ploughing up words in
the leaves, the waves, and in the silences
of those lips that touch unknowingly.

And believe me: The stones are all
that remains when all that was born
is no more – the very words that the lips
birthed of love never made, but which
in the soul and in the silence, gradually
became tree, flesh, and ocean.

Yes, believe me; and never walk by a stone
without feeling it, without reading it:

It may seem deaf to you, inert, and yet…
believe me: It is but the perpetuity
in the silence, of all the air took away
as, on the lips, the words ceased touching
– loves and aches, fruits and jealousies, salt, passion
and names – and someone (a poet, or just a dreamer
alive or mad) wrote…

© Alexandra* ~ OneLight*® & Paula Paixão Botelho “pedramares”

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ORIGINAL VERSION (BILINGUAL/ CASTILIAN – PORTUGUESE)

A VIDA SECRETA DAS PEDRAS

Créeme: Las piedras escuchan el viento,
todo el aire que surca de palabras
las hojas, las olas, y los silencios
en esas bocas que se tocan sin saberlo.

Y créeme: Las piedras son todo
lo que se queda cuando se va todo
lo que nació – las palabras mismas
que las bocas parieron de amores
jamás hechos, pero que en el alma
y en silencio, se fueron volviendo árbol,
carne, y mar.

Sí, créeme: Y no pases jamás por una piedra
sin sentirla, sin leerla:

Pode parecer-te surda, inerte, porém…
crê-me: não é senão a perpetuidade, no silêncio,
de tudo o que o ar, ao deixarem de tocar-se
nas bocas as palavras – amores, dores,
frutos, ciúmes, sal, paixão e nomes – levou,
e alguém (poeta, ou apenas sonhadora,
ou viva, ou louca) escreveu…

© Alexandra* ~ OneLight*® & Paula Paixão Botelho “pedramares”