Reason

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