Chão de Estrelas / Cloths of Heaven

Orestes Barbosa

A porta do barraco era sem trinco
Mas a lua furando nosso zinco
Salpicava de estrelas nosso chão

E tu pisavas nos astros distraída
Sem saber que a ventura desta vida
É a cabrocha, o luar e o violão

W.B. Yeats

I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread upon my dreams.