Anjo Caído / Fallen Angel

Anjo Caído, Isa Lisboa

Quando te conheci ainda tinhas nas costas as marcas das asas perdidas.

Ainda tinhas cachos de cabelo loiro, olhos de fogo.

Ainda te era estranho caminhar com dois pés, não poder planar, olhando os humanos ao longe.

Pensei que devia ser difícil para ti estares assim longe de casa, cair assim, como se fora uma ave que ficou sem ninho e que já não sabe voar. Trocar a vertigem fresca das alturas pela terra seca, que duas pernas desabituadas teriam agora que aprender a conhecer.

Quanto mais te ouvia, mais percebia que eras um anjo, disso nunca tive dúvidas.

Só me esqueci de perguntar de onde tinhas caído; e não vi que as últimas penas que te caíram não eram brancas, eram negras.

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When I met you still had the marks of the lost wings on your back.

You Still had bunches of blond hair, fiery eyes.

It was still strange for you to walk on two feet, to know you could not float, looking at humans from afar.

I thought it would be difficult for you to be so far from home, to fall like that, as if you were a bird who lost it’s nest and no longer know how to fly. Change the fresh vertigo  of the heights by the dry land, that two strange legs would now have to learn to know.

The more I listened, the more I realized that you were an angel, of that I never had doubts.

Only I forgot to ask where you had fallen from,  and I didn’t see that the last feather that fell were not white, they were black.