When death close my blank eyes —
Hard from so much vain torment,
What thoughts will fill your young bosom
Of all my sad moments?
I see you now distracted and distant:
More than distant – withdrawn. And I predict,
already now I predict, the exact moment
When your desire will no longer turn to another man
For you will have nothing, but your loneliness,
Left, abandoned! One day I shall leave
I shall sleep the ultimate sleep.
On that day you will cry. What matters? Cry.
Then I will feel much closer
To me, your uncertain heart.
(Manuel Bandeira)
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