Purple Unicorns

I’m a poet of sadness

And yet I’m a happy person now

Something here, something unexpected, warmed my heart

And now I wonder:

Can I still be a poet?

We were never supposed to be together

We were supposed to fight each other

Now we cheer for one another

Now I want my words to reach you

Because your hearts already reached mine

The world got smaller so we could be close

Many languages were mixed so we could be understood

Too many words, never enough men, so much to laugh about

Something way too special to be random

Because our souls knew each other since forever

I’m not a poet anymore

I can’t describe this much wonder

But there is a flame lit in this ice-cold heart

And this fire will burn until the smoke rises

High up in the sky to send you this message:

I’m not a poet

But those happy words are for you

P.S.: Um poema sobre um eu-lírico que só consegue escrever sobre coisas tristes e encontra pessoas que tornam possível escrever sobre felicidade.