[Today, the cars, too, are dancing] Poem by Filipa Leal

Today, the cars, too, are dancing. The houses are moving gently. And I - who moved house, changed clothes, city and bed, words... I, who changed my music and my car, my longing, bedroom... I - who changed computer and street, landscape and eternity, climate and embrace... I - who changed tears and language, god and notebook, beliefs and sky... I - who changed flame, fears... I - who changed plans, bedsheets, desk... I - who changed my glasses and direction, friends, shampoo, rituals and supermarket... I - who changed everything which changed almost nothing, moved from inside of me to inside of you, my love.

Translated by Ana Hudson, 2011