Remember, we last met in April?
Yes, late summer it was.
On the fifth floor, overlooking a magnificent forest,
Gathered we were;
Bollywood music loomed from a caixa de son,
And we had sumptuous food with
cold beers and red wines;
And boy, we couldn’t resist the dance.
The fastest footsteps of a moustachioed hero
from a Telugu movie that was
demonstrated with great flamboyance by Aga;
And the ever famous lungi dance,
Certainly made the onlookers go berserk.
Winter came and sent us all into shivers,
Even in our meadowy and warm Campinas;
It buried the old memories of nosso Campaneiros,
As well the dead leaves that fell on the ground
in the autumn that preceded.
The cicadas went into hibernation,
Only to come in September;
Even the Sun arose and set at unusual hours,
For the clocks went backward,
To have a moment of repose, I suppose.
Children, and Gym-goers,
Parents and researchers,
Exhibited a moderate degree
of slackness, in the autumnal,
And wintry months
praying for our dear Spring to arrive.
Then in late Winter,
Olympics and Para Olympics arrived;
40th anniversary of bandejão just knocked
At the beginning of Spring,
Sending the lunch queues a mile long,
To deliver heartfelt wishes,
To the place that has nurtured
os estudantes de Unicamp.
Meanwhile, new people joined.
Fresh shoots and flowers emerged.
And old timers shall depart.
Such is the law of Nature.
We shan’t remain in one place
for longer, our thoughts included.
Would it not be nice to meet us all soon?
Before each of us with our busy lives,
Diverge even more, albeit unconsciously;
And merrily share our segment of history,
Without prejudice and fear,
with everyone else?
Might we make a dinner meet soon that will
Remain etched in our memory cells forever?
All we would remember in 10 years’ time from now,
Would be the nice guacamole that we had
with tortilla chips and salsa dip,
Or a Margarita cocktail rubbed with lime and salt,
gapshaps and dubsmash
and Obrigados and Obrigadas.
Do let me know if thou shall participate
Only to book a table for our convenience,
On a busy Sábado, at a bar
Frequented by one and all.