Today we skipped classes!
We had no patience to stay in school/shed
oppressor of the senses.
We walked, through the city, wanderers.
Surely you have seen us hand in hand or by the century trees,
where you may have drawn something like cupid arrows going through hearts.
You gifted your lips just like wild berries
and the golden hair in the breeze of the twilight afternoon.
Somewhere near, the tomb of an old poet
with a foul beard laid inside Jerónimos.
Translated by Bruna Bastos
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