Lost Pages - Soneto em Inglês

By the sad night resounds my drunk verse

Like Words in lost pages

Without sense, flows like a river

From my eyes in sheded tears

Reaches the air taken by the wind

Which carries it to you, in its way

Resounding melodious and sleepy

From the lips of the one who awaits alone

My verse, the confusion of senses

in sweet and long sinesthesia

at last, comes near to at your ears

So, the declared love which erstwhile slept

That in my heart, lied forgotten

Possesses me in your name, Always Lígia!