Mário de Andrade
The Man Who Walks All Alone - Poem by Mário de Andrade
That man who walks all alone
Along those squares, those streets,
Ha in himself an enormous secret.
He is a man.
That woman like all the others
Along those squares, those streets<
Has in herself a cruel surprise.
She is a woman.
The woman meets the man,
They smile and hold hands,
The surprise and the secret expand
But the shadow of the restless one
Guards that mystery in the dark.
Death watches with her scythe.
Verily, it is night.
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