Rio de Janeiro, 1935

I”ll let it die in me the desire to love your eyes that are sweet

Because I will only give you the bitterness of seeing me eternally exhausted.

However, your presence is something like the light and life

And I feel that in my gesture there’s your gesture, and in my voice your voice.

I don’t want you ‘cause in my being everything would be finished

I just wish that you emerge within me like the faith of the despaired

So I can take a dew drop for this cursed land

That lingers upon my flesh like a stain from the past.

I will let it…You’ll go and lean your face on another face

Your fingers will intertwine other finger and you’ll bloom for the dawn

But you won’t know that I harvested you, because I was the great intimate of the night

‘Cause I leaned my face on the face of the night and heard your loving speech

‘Cause my fingers intertwined the fingers of the mist hanging in the space

And I brought unto me the essence of your deranged departure.

I’ll be alone like sailboats in the silent havens

But I will have you more than anyone else because I will be able to leave

And every wailing from the sea, the wind, the sky, the birds, the stars

Will be your actual voice, your absent voice, your serene voice.