In the bleak midwinter

This year of sorrow has come and gone too fast
Compressed in that bleak midwinter of the soul
where loneliness conspires with loving memories
and stirs our longings to again be whole.
Life sways, turns, and demands its due
while years of thunder, though now but few
are still within my grasp.

O frio inverno

O ano de tristeza que passou já acaba
A vida, presa neste frio inverno da alma
onde a solidão invade a saudade
acorda, levanda, e sacode
visando os anos de plenitude
ainda ao meu alcance.