Reason - Cecília Meireles - I sing because the moment exists and my life is complete. I am neither happy nor sad: I am a poet. Brother of fleeting things, I feel neither joy nor torment. Go through nights and days in the wind. Whether I crumble or build up, whether I remain or fall apart—I don't know, I don't know. I do not know if I stay or step. I know I sing. And the song is everything. The rhythmic wing has eternal blood. And one day I know I'll be mute: — that's all. #VideoPremium ❤️
"I look for a long time at the body of a poem; until I lose sight of what is not a body; and I feel separated between my teeth; a trickle of blood on my gums!" - Ana Cristina Cesar #VideoPremium ❤️
"All day chasing an idea: dizzy fireflies against the web of speculation, and no flowering, not even an incipient bud in the window cutout lends focus to the hypothetical garden. silence that, in gerund, late nights, is sometimes white (like lips of astonishment) sometimes black (like blindness, like fear tied to the throat) held only by a thread, fragile and fissile, tiny to infinity, minimal where the superlative collides and is all that I'm willing to dispense with the dream of a probable ground until my feet dig into the face of this last flower." #VideoPremium ❤️
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