sábado, 25 de fevereiro de 2017


I sing because the moment exists
And my life is complete.
I'm not happy or sad:
I'm a poet.
Brother of fleeting things,
I feel neither joy nor torment.
I go through nights and days
in the wind.
If I fall apart or if I build,
If I remain or I undo,
- I do not know I do not know.
I do not know if I stay or I go.
I know I sing. 
And the song is everything.
Has eternal blood the rhythmic wing
And one day I know I'll be speechless:
- nothing more.

Cecília Meireles