Who will worry about you?

5 People of Jerusalem,
who will feel sorry for you?
Will anyone bother to ask if you are well?
6 My people, you abandoned me and walked away.
I am tired of showing mercy; that's why I'll destroy you 

Quem vai se preocupar com vocês?

5 Deus diz:
“Quem terá dó de vocês, moradores de Jerusalém?
Quem vai se preocupar com vocês?
Quem vai parar um pouco para perguntar como vocês estão passando?
6 Vocês me rejeitaram e viraram as costas para mim.
Aí levantei a mão e esmaguei vocês porque estava cansado de perdoar.
Sou eu, o Senhor, quem está falando.

Four Hands Sonnet

 All of love that exists in me has been given.

All that speaks of me of love has been said.

From nothing in me, love made the infinite

That by far made me enslaved.

So prodigal of love I was poor

So easy to love I was banished.

Every vow I made rose to shout

Against my own give too much.

I have given of love more than I could

In this my poor human heart

Of this eternal love of mine did not give before.

For if by so much giving I made a mistake

Better off giving and receiving

To live the life of love without harm.

Vinicius de Moraes and Paulo Mendes Campos

Limits of Love

Damn I'm loving you

At my limits

Until exhausted and more wanting

A total love, free from fences,

Say goodbye to me, suffered,

In the direction of another love

That you think total and total will be

At their limits of life.

Love is not measured

For the freedom to exhibit in the squares

And bars, without hindrance.

Of course this is good, and sometimes,

sublime.

But if you also love in another way, uncertain,

And this is the mystery:

- unlimited love is sometimes limited,

Forbidden is that love sometimes breaks free.

Affonso Romano de Sant'anna

Absence

For a long time I thought that absence is lacking.

And pitied, Ignorant, the lack.

Today I dont regret It

There is no lack in absence.

The absence is a being in me.

And I feel It, white, so close, snug in my arms,

Who laugh and dance and make merry exclamations,

Because absence, this assimilated absence,

No one steals it from me anymore.

Carlos Drummond de Andrade

Loving you is a thing of minutes

Loving you is a thing of minutes

Death is less than your kiss.

It's so good to be yours that I am

I at thy feet shed

Little left of what I went

It's up to you whether it's good or bad.

I'll be whatever you think is convenient.

I will be for you more than a dog

A shadow that warms you

A God who does not forget

A servant who does not say no

Your father died, I will be your brother.

I'll say the verses you want

I will forget all women.

I will be so much and everything and everyone

You'll be disgusted that I am this

And I will be at your service

While my body lasts

While I run in the veins

The red river that ignites

When you see your face as a torch

I will be your king your bread your thing your rock

Yes, I'll be here.

Paulo Leminski

Fidelity Sonnet

Of everything, to my love I will be attentive

Before, and with such zeal, and always, and both

That even in the face of the greatest charm

Of It, be more enchanted my thought

I want to live it in every moment

And in its honor I must spread my song

And laugh my laughter and shed my tears

To your regret or your contentment

And so when you look for me later

Who knows death, the anguish of those who live

Who knows the loneliness, the end of who loves

I can tell you the love (I had):

May it not be immortal, since it is flame

But let it be infinite while it lasts.

Vinicius de Moraes