Mário de Andrade Poems

" I counted my years and discovered that I have
less time to live going forward than I have lived until now.
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At least, we are no longer friends.

You walk easily, lightly,
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That man who walks all alone
Along those squares, those streets,
Ha in himself an enormous secret.
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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.
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The sweetness of poverty like this…
To lose everything your, even the egoism of being,
So poor that you can only belong to the crowd…
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Dead, the rests sweetly among the flowers in his coffin.

There are such moments when we living
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Nights heavy with suffocating smells, heat . . .
The Sun made its way across the enormous stretch of our country
And gave each Brazilian a dark complexion.
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From you, Rose, I do not like
To accept only this slow hug
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The sun was setting in my eyes
And the flight of the hour surrendered me April,
A familiar taste of goodbye nourished
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The girl fights to pull the goat,
Totally terrified, sliding on the pavement
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