A tribute to April Dreams
From the bus window
whispers of excitement
Entangled light screaming
about the news
Fresh throbbing beats as seagulls
cheeping
On each corner an awakened
friend holding the dream
Born inside the strength of
his fellow will
And the radio echoing to
the sons of April
Songs written in pastiche colors
as daring as April
Soothing the children’s
voices, acute in excitement
Our hearts embedding the wild
raven sea at our will
Bathing us with a white foam
of aching news
The bus it self riding a thought
as in a dream
A mad sweet dream bashing
crooks, cheeping
At them in pure contempt
for their yellow cheeping
Muffling in the carcasses of
their fear, wet as April
Can be under an ochre musty
sky. And I dream
Eyes wide open, melting
kisses of excitement
Laid in the mouth of young
soldiers spoiling the news
With love, red unmasked
love, dripping - their will
An unrequited requiem of
passion that I will
Remember as clear as the
seagulls cheeping
In circles above the bus,
waiting for departure or news
While I counted arguments
and prayed: April
Will you be the reason of
my single excitement?
Just hold my hand for a
start, and you shall become my dream
One where people can smile
in equal and - what a dream!
Raise their arms for
speaking at wrong or right will
Embodying an immense
carnation, daring no fake excitement
No more gags preventing
them from cheeping
No more sad snitches wandering
for their prey; Oh April!
Let’s start this bus and
move on to Coimbra. But the news
Loiter somewhere in
barracks and on the streets. No news
Can blur spring even more
than this utopian dream
Let the turmoil begin, then;
this bus can’t hold April
From its blossomed destiny.
Nothing, nobody will
Straitjacket our freedom to
run and sing behind our cheeping
The end of the holy trinity
– Futebol, Fátima, Fado is near…Excitement!
Revolution burst the night
before upon Captain’s will
That day the bus never
left, we remained in college cheeping
Safely kept aside from shotguns
but not from overall excitement.
© 2014, José Eduardo Coelho
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