Tinta da China [Papel vegetal] [English translation]

I heard the silence

In the voice of this love;

I saw the clash

In a colourless gesture.

Such a fine line!

Such a final kiss!

The Chinese ink,

Tracing paper...

I felt an absence

While we were alone,

As if that presence

Weren't us.

In this two-dimensional

Geometry,

The Chinese ink,

Tracing paper...

You closed the measure

On my life.

You left a stroke

Like a very black, fine, fatal wound...

The Chinese ink,

Tracing paper...

• Artist:Dulce Pontes
• Album:Lusitana (1992)