Can I be a painter ?

- Can I be a painter ? – I asked.

I waited some time for an answer.

Only Time could answer me, anyway.

Only God and my Friends could hear me then.

The clouds, the sea, the flowers, the trees,

The colors, the smells and the breeze,

Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter,

The brushes, the canvas, the wooden easels,

I took them all in my heart.

And from Time and Friends, from Love and God,

came the strength to paint the shapes and the colors in my heart.


- Posso ser uma pintora ? - perguntei.
Esperei algum tempo pela resposta.
De qualquer forma, só o Tempo me poderia responder.
Só Deus e os meus Amigos me podiam então ouvir.
As nuvens, o mar, as flores, as árvores,
As cores, os aromas e a brisa,
Primavera, Verão, Outono e Inverno,
Os pincéis, as telas e os cavaletes de madeira,
Recebi-os todos no meu coração.
E do Tempo e dos Amigos, do Amor e de Deus,
chegou-me a força para pintar as formas e as cores no meu coração.