Call me by your name

I played with love with you.

But I had not noticed.

The pleasure was so great,

without you having thought.

Much pleasure gives fear,

fear of being left,

I pretended to be finished love.

The providence of the gods brought me back to you.

Looking divine,

with light of sacred moment,

was invading my chest,

and I still do not care.

Saying not to leave,

arrived hard and soft incarnating in my way.

Reacting a Flame From Hermes or Dionysius,

Brought back my soul.  Celia Brandão. Translated from Brazilian Portuguese.