Where Not Long Ago We Talked (Carlos Drummond de Andrade Poems)
It is an old piano, belonged to a grandmother, dead in another century. And it plays and it cries and ...
It is an old piano, belonged to a grandmother, dead in another century. And it plays and it cries and ...
Stalingrad...After Madrid and London, there are still great cities.The world hasn't ended, for amidst the ruinsother men appear, the faces ...
Peace tries to land in Vietnam,but only after a cautious examination.Day after day, month following month,flutters, runs away, hovers again.If ...
When I came from my land if I really came from my land ...
I create an elephant of my scarce resources.Some pieces of woodtaken of old furnituremight keep him straight.And I fill him ...
From everything a little remained.From my fear. From your disgust.From stifled cries. From the rosea little remained.A little remained of ...
Sweet ghost, why do you visit me as in other times our bodies visited each other? ...
If you want to have a beautiful New YearThe color of the rainbow or the color of your peace,A New ...
What now, Jos??The party's over,the lights are off,the crowd's gone,the night's gone cold,what now, Jos??what now, you?you without a name,who ...
They are more delicate even than shrubs and they runand run from one side to the other, always forgettingsomething.Surely they ...
Who had the idea of slicing time into pieces,which were given the name of year,was a genius person.Industrialized hopepushing it ...
There comes a time when we no longer say: my God.A time of absolute purity.A time when we no longer ...
Carlos, keep calm, loveis what you're seeing now;today a kiss, tomorrow no kiss,day after day tomorrow's Sundayand nobody knows what ...
How to remember without suffering? to recollect without horror? The sound has transported me to ...
In the middle of the road there was a stonethere was a stone in the middle of the roadthere was ...
I knocked on the door of times past, no one answered. I knocked a second time and ...
When I was born, a crooked angel,the kind who live in shadows,said: Go, Carlos! Be gauche in life.The houses spy ...
The poet rode the trolley drunk.The sun came up behind the yards.The small hotels slept very sadly.The houses too were ...
The man said to his friend:-Soon I'll visit youand will take my wife with me.The friend decorated the houseand when ...
Clara strolled in the garden with the children.The sky was green over the grass,the water was golden under the bridges,other ...
The great pain of things that will happen turned into the most exquisite pleasure when among ...
The door of truth was open,but only let pass half of a person each time.Thus, it was impossible to reach ...
Jo?o amava Teresa que amava Raimundoque amava Maria que amavaJoaquim que amava Lilique n?o amava ningu?m.Jo?o foi para os Estados ...
I have only two hands And the sense of the world, But I am full of slaves, My memories flow ...
Jo?o loved Teresa who loved Raimundo who loved Maria who loved Joaquim who loved Lili who loved nobody. Jo?o left ...
In the warm, humid night, noiseless and dead, a boy cries.His crying behind the wall, the light behind the windoware ...
How to wake up without hurt?Restart without horror?My sleep carried meto that kingdom where life is inexistent and I remain ...
The hammock between two mango treesswayed in the sunken world.It was hot, windless.Above was the sun,between were leaves.It was broiling.And ...
Flesh that fears to grow old calls on the Devil And asks him for consolation. The Devil ...
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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