Poetry

Vejo flores de várias cores

Cheiro a sua frescura na manhã

Ouço o vento que as agita

Saboreio o fruto  que  me oferecem

Sinto a seda das suas pétalas

Assim nasce um  bouquet para te oferecer.

I see flowers of various colours

I smell their freshness in the morning

I hear the wind that shakes them

I taste the fruit that I’m offered

I feel the silk of its petals

Thus is born a bouquet to offer you.

by Fernanda Pantaleão