LET´S PRETEND

Let´s Pretend

Translation from the original poem “Faz de Conta” by Ester Marques

Let´s pretend that the past happens today

That the voice and the smile from the heart

Remain an endless source of tenderness

That the poem has not abandoned the soul

At the junction of doubting
Or that it escapes in the ruins of uncertainty.

Let´s pretend that the map is not torn

That the pleasure of sharing is hung

To moldings of dreams

And does not lie in tombs void of echoes

That pain finds expression in the forgotten tune

And that time elapsed is a vanished mist
That there remains a constancy in the heart beat

And that childhood still persists

Even if buried under a shroud of responsibilities.

Let´s pretend that laughter and tears have not yet met

That transparency is not a mirror

With reflections of psycho babble

That feelings are a one way journey

That logic does not consist in punctuated letters.

Let´s pretend that the tickets are still intact

And that the forgotten music still chimes out

That this ingenuous and non-conformist thought
Feeds at the table of bliss

That silence becomes a metaphor

and a password weaving a new frame.

Let´s pretend and not feign

That we will be happy with provided needs

And not with unaffordable superfluity

That we will not abandon hunting for answers

That our feet will mark again

Forgotten places of earth and fine sand

That we will not welcome an indifference for harbingers

And that we will refuse to accept defeat.

Let´s pretend that I will not tremble

When the door opens

And I see a hand named Hope

Make a welcoming gesture inviting me to come in.

Let´s pretend… it is an endless journey.