Brilhou

No mango on this breeze, only city heat and wire. Dusk spills gold on her shoulder, old music flickers, sweetness at the edge. Longing drifts—roots, sun, lost ease. But light tumbles through the room, soft, sudden— enough to keep her here with empty hands. Each step, soft and certain— learning to find just enough in what shines. She carries it quiet, like old earth between ribs— breath shaped like light, that doesn’t ask to be seen. Only be held. In the dark, I see your light. Even dark, some still burn bright. She walks not by blaze, but by glow. De longe, eu quis alcançar, brilhou. (she sings) Penteio a noite do cabelo, desenho sol na pele, ouro brilha no riso da filha, bolo crescendo nas mãos, junto à luz da manhã— beleza que faço, não só uso. No escuro, eu vi teu farol. Mesmo escura, arde a vida em nós. Não ando em chamas, vou devagar. De longe, senti teu olhar, brilhou. Sometimes presence is protest. Sometimes soft is the strongest thing. Not all light blinds—some lights stay, and don’t ask anything but to stay near. In the dark, I see your light. Even dark, some still burn bright. She walks not by blaze, but by glow. De longe, eu quis alcançar, brilhou.