Body, remember not only how much you were loved,
not only the beds you lay on,
but also those desires that glowed openly
in eyes that looked at you,
trembled for you in the voices -
only some chance obstacle frustrated them.
Now that it's all finally in the past,
it seems almost as if you gave yourself
to those desires too - how they glowed,
remember, in eyes that looked at you,
remember, body, how they trembled for you in those voices.
C. P. Cavafy, Collected Poems, Princeton, New Jersey, 1992
Sempre a mesma rosa, no meu jardim, ao longo de duas semanas