BLOSSOMED LINDEN TREES

Every June,

The Linden trees bloom,

And the scent of their blossom is a bliss to me

- It comes overnight, suddenly,

- And it vanishes overnight, suddenly,

Once the month of June is gone.

Every June,

I remember another June,

In another town, another place,

Where there were seemingly bloomed Linden trees,

As similar was the magic of their scent to me.

And I remember a night,

Their scent being so intense,

When I sensed,

With a feeling of devastation,

What I did not want to know –

That, although physically with us,

He was no longer of this world,

That, like the brief life of the Linden blossom,

Overnight, suddenly,

He too would vanish in the haze…

And, on the radio, I could, very appropriately,

Listen to “A whiter shade of pale”…

And ever since,

Every June,

When the Linden Trees bloom,

Although just for a glimpse,

He is here with us.

But then comes July,

And overnight, suddenly,

He is gone,

As if taken away together with the fall

Of the blossoms of the Linden Trees,

Bloomed no more...

10 de Junho de 2003