Memórias De Um Chapéu - Camané

Quisera então saber toda a verdade

De um chapéu na rua encontrado

Trazendo a esse dia uma saudade

D´algum segredo antigo e apagado

Sentado junto à porta desse encontro

Ficando sem saber a quem falar

Parado sem saber qual era o ponto

Em que devia então eu começar

Parada na varanda estava ela a meditar

Quem sabe se na chuva, no sol, no vento ou mar

E eu ali parado perdi-me a delirar

Se aquela beleza era meu segredo a desvendar

Porém apagou-se a incerteza

Eram traços de beleza os seus olhos a brilhar

E vendo que outro olhar em frente havia

Só não via quem não queria da paixão ouvir falar

Um dia entre a memória e o esquecimento

Colhi aquele chapéu envelhecido

Soltei o pó antigo entregue ao vento

Lembrando aquele sorriso prometido

As abas tinham vincos mal traçados

Marcados pelas penas ressequidas

As curvas eram restos enfeitados

De um corte de paixões então vividas

I would then like to know the whole truth

From a hat on the street found

Bringing this day a longing

Of some old and erased secret

Sitting by the door of this meeting

Not knowing who to talk to

Stopped without knowing what the point was

So, what should I start with?

Standing on the balcony she was meditating

Who knows if in the rain, in the sun, in the wind or in the sea

And I standing there, I lost delirious

If that beauty was my secret to unravel

However, the uncertainty was erased

There were traces of beauty her eyes shining

And seeing that another look ahead there was

I just didn't see who didn't want to hear about the passion

A day between memory and forgetfulness

I picked that aged hat

I released the old dust delivered to the wind

Remembering that promised smile

The flaps had poorly traced creases

Marked by the withered feathers

The curves were decorated remains

From a cut of passions then lived