
Saturday in São Paulo
The soft winter light
falls at a certain angle
illuminating the tall buildings
along the Avenida Paulista
I pass
by the Parque Trianon
noticing every shade of green
every leaf sharp in the mind
I’m heading in the direction
of the Conjunto Nacional
to hunt for books
in the Livraria Cultura
I see parents of young families
proudly walking
with their kids and a feeling
of tranquility reigns on the streets
a sense of relief from tensions
of the working week
It’s a day to enjoy
and there’s no need
to scratch too deeply
below the surface
John Lyons
This is a translation of a poem originally written in Portuguese