Letter To Stalingrad (Carlos Drummond de Andrade Poems)
Stalingrad...After Madrid and London, there are still great cities.The world hasn't ended, for amidst the ruinsother men appear, the faces ...
Stalingrad...After Madrid and London, there are still great cities.The world hasn't ended, for amidst the ruinsother men appear, the faces ...
I create an elephant of my scarce resources.Some pieces of woodtaken of old furnituremight keep him straight.And I fill him ...
Who had the idea of slicing time into pieces,which were given the name of year,was a genius person.Industrialized hopepushing it ...
How to remember without suffering? to recollect without horror? The sound has transported me to ...
There comes a time when we no longer say: my God.A time of absolute purity.A time when we no longer ...
In the middle of the road there was a stonethere was a stone in the middle of the roadthere was ...
When I was born, a crooked angel,the kind who live in shadows,said: Go, Carlos! Be gauche in life.The houses spy ...
How to wake up without hurt?Restart without horror?My sleep carried meto that kingdom where life is inexistent and I remain ...
In the corner of the living room was an album of unbearable photos,many meters high and infinite minutes old,over which ...
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