Hailstones

(english interpretation of the poem 'Saraiva')

The whiteness around

Trough the water sun pours

Reflecting in itself, in all

And nothing

 

Crystals, crystals fall,

Thousands, through the cobblestones break,

So, it rains, white rain.

Splashed fragments crystals drain,

Flowing through the bending back of those,

Through the streets, avenues, cars broke,

People moving.

In languid movements they escape,

Muffled by the fragmented trajectories

Not noticing the beauty white

That around them excite.