poesia de ver: ...iguais! // poetry to see: ... same!

A borboleta laranja estava ali, naquele galho, parada há horas.

As suas asas abertas não queriam voar. 

Queriam ficar ali.

Enquanto ninguém dissesse que ela era laranja, ela se acharia verde.

Enquanto ninguém dissesse que ela era borboleta, ela se acharia folha.

Enquanto ninguém dissesse que ela era diferente, ela seria igual.

Era uma borboleta. 

Era uma borboleta mais feliz quando estava entre as folhas.

The orange butterfly was there, on that branch, standing there for hours.

His wings were open, not wanting to fly.

They wanted to stay there.

Until no one said she was orange, she would look green.

As long as no one said she was a butterfly, she would look like a leaf.

As long as no one said she was different, she would be the same.

It was a butterfly.

She was a happier butterfly when she was among the leaves.

Por Luís Augusto Menna Barreto