Cecília [English translation]

How many artists

Sing ballads

For their loved ones

With great orchestras

How I envy them

How I admire them

I that I see you

And I hardly breathe

How many poets

Romantic, prosaic

Exalt their muses

With all the letters

I whisper to you

I sigh to you

I, who spell

Your name in the dark

Are you listening to me, Cecilia?

But I was calling you in silence.

In your presence

Words are crude.

It may be that, parted

My lips lighten

Tremble for you

But neither the subtle melodies

You deserve, Cecilia, you name

Spreads out

How many poets

So many singers

So many Cecilias

With a thousand reflections

I do not say

But I burn with desire

I look at you

I keep you

I follow you

I watch you sleep.

• Artist:António Zambujo
• Album:Até pensei que fosse minha