Mãos Dadas

I will not be the poet of a decaying world
Nor will I sing of the future world
I am tied to life and I look at my companions
They are silent but nurture great hopes
Among them, I consider the enormous reality
The present is so vast, let's not drift apart
Let's not drift too far, let's go hand in hand

I will not be the singer of a woman, of a story
I will not speak of sighs at dusk, of the landscape seen from the window
I will not distribute narcotics or suicide notes
I will not flee to the islands nor be abducted by seraphim
Time is my material, the present time, the present men
The present life