Mário de Andrade
Mário de Andrade Poems
|1.||The Man Who Walks All Alone||8/27/2016|
|2.||Song Of The Corner||8/27/2016|
|4.||Rondeau For You||8/27/2016|
|5.||From Poemas Of The Woman Friend||8/27/2016|
|6.||The Girl And The Goat||8/27/2016|
|9.||The Mountains of Rolling-Girl||8/27/2016|
|10.||Streets of my São Paulo||8/27/2016|
|13.||Impromptu Of The Dead Boy||8/27/2016|
|14.||Poet Eating Peanuts||8/27/2016|
|15.||Variation On The Bad Friend||8/27/2016|
|16.||The Valuable Time of Maturity||8/27/2016|
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The Valuable Time of Maturity
" I counted my years and discovered that I have
less time to live going forward than I have lived until now.
I have more past than future.
I feel like the boy who received a bowl of candies.
The first ones, he ate ungracious,
but when he realized there were only a few left,
he began to taste them deeply.
I do not have time to deal with mediocrity.
I do not want to be in meetings where parade inflamed egos.
I am bothered by the envious, who seek to discredit
the most able, to usurp their places,
coveting their seats, talent, achievements and ...
Somewhere near, a rose-tree must be blooming,
I don´t know… I feel in myself a harmony,
Some of the disinterest that fatigue brings.
I look at my hands. And a dangerous tenderness
Makes me touch them with my lips, lightly,
(It must be some rose…)
Tenderness that is no longer dangerous, no, patient pity.
The roses… The millions of roses from São Paulo…
I have so often seen my hands work,